Morning on journey: I be on that kryptonite I be on it all night, all night all night

Dancing the hours away with you to that dark and stormy tango, which takes two to do dooby dooby do oh exchanging teacups in the night...and light it up like a lite brite that flickers on and off in the corner like a candle in a witch’s bedroom. Or like the best simile ever – “like some switched on Mondrian”, I wish I could remember Ms. Smith's song that was on that one tape I had years ago, I’d play it now, for all of you and we would at least have that – oh yeah and Paris. We'll always have Paris

...shall we dance?