Bubble

i hated to pop the bubble

of me and you

but it only held enough oxygen

for a trip or two

to the moon and back again

tell me, do you remember when

our love had such grace

we were floating above this whole place

it's dawn on the corner

where the city tests its squeaky breaks

outside my bedroom window

a doppler muffler and a boomin bass

it's dawn and the snow

is turning on its deepest blue

so i go outside just to stand there and

look at my hands against the color

i find i always return to

i want you to always remember for me

baby, if you can

how much you hated the woman

who made you a man

and remember for me won't you

back further before that

how you loved her like a boy

cried from the joy

when you weren't laughing

no, i hated to pop the bubble

of me and you

but it only held enough oxygen

for a trip or two

to the moon and back again

do you remember when

our love had such grace

we were floating above this whole place

so i hear these days you too

are trying your hand at sleeplessness

a few more dizzying doppler lovers

and then a booming loneliness

how innocent the young student

on the day school has begun

when i said this was what i wanted

did you think i thought it would be fun?

no, i hated to pop the bubble

of me and you

but it only held enough oxygen

for a trip or two

to the moon and back again

oh but i remember when

our love had such grace

we were floating above this whole place