Wurst Ist Batter

Who do you dream of? And how do they make you sigh like a dream before everything goes (I guess) all surreal? Or you wake up. I have other questions. Who do you brux for? Whisper sweet nothings and joke with? And is it wrong of me to love the sound of your slumber-tittering? What about when you're kicking the covers or doing pikes for a succor, that isn't coming? Is it leg cramps or don't you love me?
I see how you get up from bed, don't you want to be close together? Where do you go, and am I ever there? Really, every time you say?