Peter Hammill
Bubble
[Verse 1]
Let's begin at the top:
There's no reason to think that this will ever stop
So let's go back and start again;
In this finite uncertainty we'll circle round and then
Sail a craft of self-conviction
Across tomorrow-never-knows
Where the surface stays unruffled
While the coral clusters quietly down below

[Bridge]
Cutting figures of pride and will like Leonardo cartoons
We go flying formation in our hot-air speech balloons

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Can't go back, can't reverse...
No-one here really quite believes
The bubble's going to
The bubble's going to
The bubble's going to burst

[Verse 2]
I fell off the raft of self-assurance
Into undertow that sucked me dry and deep;
Bent double by thought bubbles flooding through my blood
I surfaced from a lifetime's worth of sleep
Yeah, I remember once I gave myself the lecture
Swore on life as both a blessing and a curse
But all solid faith seems nothing but conjecture
Now the bubble's going to
Bubble's going to
Bubble's going to
Bubble's going to burst
[Bridge]
And our bones become the coral of the future
And we slake the life-long thirst;
With a pin-prick, on a reef like a razor
The bubble's going to burst

[Outro]
The bubble's sure to burst