Imaginary Bubbles

The door creaks from ancient wood
The grass claps against a sea of hair
The water bends the clang of a glass
The drum thunders like the sound of a heart
My skin sings when you brush it
Your fingers laugh when I tickle
Your breath roars under your chest
Ooh, I'm running through all the colours

When was I supposed to know
That a song could be such a
Cool, cool purple
What thought would bring an epiphany
To some royalty

I think we rush around cities like it's not a thing
But if you just take one second longer
You might say "Hey, is that a concrete waterfall?"
A droop, a lean, a thump, a crush
A tick, a crack a slap, it's black
A wave, a hit, a punch, a drift
A swerve down a neck's curve
Loop around the air
It's much more tender than you think
We bring a softness to an unforgiving world
What have you got to lose
When you hold onto nothing but
Imaginary bubbles

When was I supposed to know
That a song could be such a
Cool, cool purple
What thought would bring an epiphany
To some royalty
When was I supposed to know
That a song could be such a
Cool, cool purple
What thought would bring an epiphany
To some royalty