BLUE MOON
To ask ourselves the question
Quite fundamentally
What's all the trouble about?
In other words
What is your state of mind
When you contemplate the possibility
Of everything becoming nothing?
Alright, so the universe is a transitory system
Like a bubble, like smoke, like foam on the water
And so, how easy?
Just go along with it
Dissolve
So, what's the problem?
Why-why don't we want to give up?
What do we think we're going to get
By holding on and by resisting the dissolution?
Now I'm not saying, at the moment, that uh
As I'm a sort of preacher advocating giving up
What I'm interested in
For you to feel
Is what do-what do you really feel like inside
At the prospect of there being nothing?
Of this whole thing being a bubble that dissolves
What do you really feel like inside
At the prospect of there being nothing?
Of this whole thing being a bubble that dissolves
What's all the trouble about?
The possibility
Of everything becoming nothing
What's all the trouble about?
So the universe is a transitory system
Like a bubble, like smoke, like foam on the water
God who loves pain
Someday from God you will run
I am the heart of the 'verse
I pump the blood it flows
Decide who lives and who goes
Decide who feeds my Earth
My eyes are red like the sun
Tears bleeding down my face
The possibility
Of everything becoming nothing
So, what's the problem?
Quite fundamentally
What's all the trouble about?
In other words
What is your state of mind
When you contemplate the possibility
Of everything becoming nothing?
Alright, so the universe is a transitory system
Like a bubble, like smoke, like foam on the water
And so, how easy?
Just go along with it
Dissolve
So, what's the problem?
Why-why don't we want to give up?
What do we think we're going to get
By holding on and by resisting the dissolution?
Now I'm not saying, at the moment, that uh
As I'm a sort of preacher advocating giving up
What I'm interested in
For you to feel
Is what do-what do you really feel like inside
At the prospect of there being nothing?
Of this whole thing being a bubble that dissolves
What do you really feel like inside
At the prospect of there being nothing?
Of this whole thing being a bubble that dissolves
What's all the trouble about?
The possibility
Of everything becoming nothing
What's all the trouble about?
So the universe is a transitory system
Like a bubble, like smoke, like foam on the water
God who loves pain
Someday from God you will run
I am the heart of the 'verse
I pump the blood it flows
Decide who lives and who goes
Decide who feeds my Earth
My eyes are red like the sun
Tears bleeding down my face
The possibility
Of everything becoming nothing
So, what's the problem?
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Writer(s): Dylan Russell
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