She loves Closer
Cryed for Orifice
She believes in the love of the wild nightingale

She knows the word
Gazed the sunflowers
On a record sleeve she found her life's salvation

She's so strange
And she's so strange
And she's so strange
And she's so…
She's so strange
And she's so strange
And she's so strange
(and so am I)

With her eyes closed
Dancing alone
She can be apart of this so fast and smothering life

There's a keystone
For each one
"We are such stuff as dreams are made on"
(dreams are made on)