
Whatever the hell happens to me in my sleep, I wake up with songs, ... then I dive back in. Then I get up again, hop, dance. Look at that loop, my friends.
Then I realized I’m a lunatic dancing in a graveyard. I got up and started dancing, ... but you can’t resurrect the dead. They’re happy like that. They’re beautiful. They’re fine.
Let me pour one last water and get out of here...