Little Bubble

Morning
 About the break of day
 Here we lay, arm in arm
 And cradled by the dawn
 Morning
 Rays of light like champagne
 Filter through and fill our room
 We wake with no alarm
 How did you sleep?
 What did you dream of?
 Can you still remember?
 Was it the key of love?
 The line of light that we both know?
 Or a shadow descending from above?
 We had our own little bubble
 For a while
 We had our own little bubble
 For a while
 We didn't know one way or other
 For a while
 We had our own little bubble
 For a while
 Morning
 There's no one else here
 I'm alone and the cold October light hits like a black hole
 Growling gray pit
 Sentry of emptiness
 It's not enough, whatever I dreamed of
 Dreams are dumb and meaningless
 Like the days they refract
 Blurred and dull, empty and sad
 I want to sleep with no dreams
 I want to be dead
 We had our own little bubble
 For a while
 We had our own little bubble
 For a while
 We didn't know one way or other
 For a while
 We had our own little bubble
 For a while