Strange Pursuits
Gerald V. Casale / Mark Mothersbaugh
intersecting love lines drew us closer every day
always kept your distance when you felt my presence near you
love keeps on rolling over you'd fly in retreat i would follow without shame
a stupid spud staggering to the flame to be had and rehad
an innocent victim of the pain now its strange it's a strange pursuit
i come running like a fatboy in lead shoes like the fatboy i'm huff puffing after you
it's hopeless to hope for the one thing i am wanting cause its strange
it's a strange pursuit