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