So:
I found the space where
- in "where" -
The letters meet each other
And giggle awkwardly because they don't get each others jokes.
You see:
The reason we don't understand our dreams
Is that language is a

Stunning blonde
With red pouty lips
And a seductive smile
That everyone knows is easy
And no one honestly cares how smart she is.

But if I stood up at the podium
(brushing away the sawdust and dandruff from
the last guy who talked about
tax cuts
or some other *******)
And looked deep into your eyes
So closely that our irises mixed
And I said to you
"   "

(well,)
You and I,
We'd be the sea and sky.