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)