From the happy corner of my soul,  I have made a bubble

It’s fragile but it’s whole, until it begins to crumble…

We knew it was trouble,

That it will all come to be, a puddle of bubble rubble

But we smile and dance to our imminent sorrow

We dance like there’s no tomorrow

As this world comes to an end

I’ll be here to hold your hand

Choose your ending and then

Choose beginning again

From the happy corner of my soul,

I have made a bubble…

I mold it from the puddle and ruble

Of the previous bubble

And now I wait, mark time for it to crumble