As each sharp outline
Melts and weaves
And undulates in time
With the compulsive rhythmic insistence
Of each pounding musical line
The scornful dancing lady dressed
In black at last reveals
She really isn't there at all
She simply isn't real
So thank you for being there, my love
At least I know that you're real
As I speak with you of love
In metaphors and in code
A Need for Satisfaction grows
But they're stories still to be told
Of Experience and fataisies
Of Visions and of fears
But when the visions fade
You'll be there
Lying in my tears
Thank you for beeing there my dear
Then I know that you're real
If the lashing tail of paranoiac fears
Strike my smarting face
Your understanding comforts me
And puts everything in its place
so shush, my love,
Your look and your touch
Can leave everything unsaid
And i can face all those little people
Just like Gulliver did.
Thank you for being there, my love
At last I've found someone who's real
The maniacal choirs that screamed out a warning
Now sing our lullaby
The walls that crashed to bury you and me
Now shelter our hideaways
Thank you for being there my love
At last I've found someone that's real
Thank you for being there my love
At last I know that you're real
