Strange Powers
Tuesday, August 28th, 2007
On the ferris wheel looking out on Coney Island
Under more stars than there are prostitutes in Thailand
Our hair in the air, our lips blue from cotton candy
When we kiss it feels like a flying saucer landing
And I can’t sleep ’cause you’ve got strange powers
You’re in my dreams
Strange powers.
In Las Vegas where the electric bills are staggering
The decor hog wild and the entertainment saccharin
What a golden age, what a time of right and reason
The consumer’s king and unhappiness is treason
The sun runs down like honey
The moon pours down like mercury
The stars fall down like money
You come back to me
