You’re a strange onenmake a truth from an uncarved blocknand you want to be seennand when you’re seen, what are you?nAnd when you and I see, what do you look like?nAnd when there’s a wind storm where do you fly?nDo you believe that there is a finite amount of mad relation?nOur love is made of puppets and tarot cardsnour love is made by crank machines and ukulele stringsnour love is made by punk and a square dance nand our love is made by hearts sew n in my pantsnI love this and shall harbour it from mysteriesnhow often have you lain beneath men on a strange roof thinking of home?nHow often have you lain beneath men on a strange roof thinking of home?