Little Bubble - Dirty Projectors

Morning

About the break of day

Here we lay, arm in arm

And cradled by the dawn

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

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