"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!