"Love is Strange"
Dick told Twain,
"fan that distant spark
And realize the animal
Within each beating heart".
Don't be stalling
When love comes crawling.
Dance, dance, dance -
Here comes Lance.
You're my lump of clay.
I'll grade and critique your work today,
Then's my turn to play.
No one can move you the way I do.
There's nothing left to hold on to
And no denying my shadow youor light.
I'll come to you in your dreams tonight.
Oh - yeah!
