I must've spent a long time on some island of carnal lucid dreams.
All that I say in the following can't be made heads or tails, I promise.

Float like a butterfly; sting like an A+ screwup.
Coat in the depth of your stomach it's a baker drinking; drunk
But I've got a picture of magnitude; it's a picture of someone standing close by.
Oh, the goddess of glory and warmth of glory and warmth

I must've spent a long time on some island of carnal incoherence.
All that I've said back there is just some illogical joke.
But I've got a picture of magnitude. It's a picture of the goddess of glory and warmth
I must've sowed a long time, that's why I'm livid.