Из альбома: Bone to pick
"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!