Should there be songs? Should my hair be long? Should be stare be strong? Do nightmares belong in the prairie dawn? Should there be songs? Do I dare to fawn over fair faced blondes? Are affairs so wrong? Should my prayers be bronzed? Do I dare to fawn? Should there be bonds? I have been told that my skin is exceptionally smooth. But what good is that when to get to my heart You have to crawl through long tunnels of sharp rock?