Rufus Wainwright's Imaginary Love

"Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love
Must be an imaginary love to start with
Guess that can explain the rain, waiting walking game
Schubert past my brain to start with
Hoped to look at you in a cab
Back of your head across my lap
Oh what grace, green back seat against the red of your face
Hoped to look at you in any old grand hotel
Drunken demands gave way to reservations
Oh what a room, champagne brings such happy faces, happy faces
'Cause every kind of love, or at least my kind of love
Must be an imaginary love to start with
Guess that can explain the rain, waiting walking game
Schubert past my brain to start with"

Vibrate

"My phone's on vibrate for you
Electroclashes, karaoke too
I try to dance Britney Spears
I guess I'm getting on in years
My phone's on vibrate for you
God knows what all these new drugs do
I guess to have no more fears
But still I always end up in tears
My phone's on vibrate for you
But still I never ever feel from you
Pinnochio's now a boy
Who wants to turn back into a toy?
So call me
Call me in the morning, call me in the night
So call me
Call me anytime you like
My phone's on vibrate for you, for you"

i love him