Two people in a bubble.
Are very lucky.
But are just as fragile.
As the bubble they live in.


The bubble is better than life.
In the bubble is less trouble,
The bubble of love, the colours of a raibow.
The bubble of love that those two people blow.


Because they wanted to be.
Two people in a bubble.
They wanted to be ´´we´´.
And escape the horror.


The bubble is better than life.
In the bubble is less trouble,
The bubble of love, the colours of a raibow.
The bubble of love that those two people blow.


Is it selfish to break
the bubble when it´s fake?
When you care, can you blow a nice one?
And let the other float off.
With a kiss and a cry and love.


Crying so hard filling the bubble with tears, it will break anyway.
Some day.