"What's up with my heart when it skips a beat," crawl under the quilt, listen to what they'd been told. We're not entirely ready for the floor. Gus was on an art strike. Will, cutting up Brion dreaming up a world for you and me. Stop worrying 'bout the rent, be good darling. "Who will see my world?" He was shot down on a foreign land. Someone's smoking up through the doors. We're not obsessed—we're in love, in a dustytale. Strangers on a yacht to Goodlands, Mauritius. You know I'm on your side. "Words are all I have," but the message's not getting through. It will change your mind, if I could tell you so. Maybe in magazines, maybe in between...