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