"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 your light
I'll come to you in your dreams tonight
Oh yeah!

Crawl...