la nuit
I've got dreams about you all perverted and penned... [dans la nuit] there... [thru the many moons' eyes] I know nothing else to be... than to be... in a soundproofed mystery I'm enough to deprive you of seeing [me] me as I am... [maybe in a cry for silence] or problematically chuckling [maybe] but I've got dreams... [still...] and there... I know nothing else to be... than to be...