I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me.

Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends.
After all the dreaming I come home again.

And every word is nonsense but I understand.

I listen to my words but they fall far below.

I have a recurrent dream.
Every time I lose my voice
I swallow little glowing lights

I was never cool in school.
I'm sure you don't remember me.

In the morning put my feet on the floor and thought:
Being awake never felt like this before.

I do the best imitation of myself.

She's gonna be pissed when she wakes up
for terrible things I did to her in her dreams.

Happens to be that everybody else's dreams are Freudian clues.
You better watch what you dream.