Testo Smoke Breathing Monsters

I dive into this one, only to find that it's the night sky.
I fall off the moon, I think it was late July.
And I don't sleep to dream, sleep to dream,
because these smoke breathing monsters.
These smoke breathing monsters,
I keep in me.
Rocketeer in his swimsuit, he's diving into the corners of my mind.
And I tip my hat to the gator, I thank him for that great shoe-shine. And I don't sleep to dream, sleep to dream, because these smoke breathing monsters, these smoke breathing monsters.
Because these smoke breathing monsters, are picking apart what belongs to the sky.
And out my mouth comes a servant in her sleep with a look in her eye.
Did I talk too loud?
Did I use you up?
Did I wear you out?
You were born in a dress that was cut from a velvet cloud.
Under the stormy sky, there's a firefly.
It's as big as a balloon, it can swallow you and I.
But I won't wake,
I won't wake,
I won't wake.