“I’m sorry but Luke’s brain dead,” the doctor says, “Nothing we can do.”
“No!” Cammie screams. “He’s in there!” Cammie sings a whispered trembling tune. “We can dance if we want to / We can leave your friends behind / ‘Cause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t dance—” Cammie trails off in tears.
“Well they’re no friends of mine,” Luke sings dryly.
Cammie continues, “I say, we can go where we want to.”
“A place where they will never find.”
“And we can act like we come from out of this world.”
“Leave the real one far behind,” they sing together.


Yeah, I guess 80's pop lyrics are pretty braindead. I wouldn't have it any other way!