One hangover night
While trying to awake
I noticed how through my bellybutton
I was starting to deflate
My body wrinkling
As if onionskin paper
And I was strangely turning
Into a gaseous state
After this metamorphosis
I felt much better
I was a dark grey air
With plenty of pollution
You could tell at any rate
I was city air
Which if not the healthiest
It's what humans prefer
Air
I dreamt for a moment I was
Air
Oxygen, nitrogen and argon
With no defined form
Nor color
I was
Flying air
Being I'm quite aware
Even in such a situation
I chose to go along
With my new dimension
And tried my hand at being inhaled
By the sleeping girl next to me
Without going into details,
I could tell you about better things to do
As I was not satisfied
With the sexual experience
It all went to my head
And I became a hurricane
Went around 3 or 4 times
And by the 5th I got tired
This is too small a room
for my dreams
Air
I dreamt for a moment I was
Air
Oxygen, nitrogen and argon
With no defined form
Nor color
I was
Flying air
And I'm sorry for my girlfriend
And the glass I broke
I escaped through the window
And took a dive
But I was unlucky
And as I was about to pull up and climb
I turned human again
Don't miss the funeral
Air
I dreamt for a moment I was
Air
Oxygen, nitrogen and argon
With no defined form
Nor color
I was
Flying air