Bubbles
Still In The Woods
We are like bubbles
Two molecules
Melting into each other
Our skin is thin
But we are flying high
How far do we go
And will we stay in this way
Two souls are to be found
Searching for more ground
One day they drift apart
Cause they can't be one
We might never come to the point
When it gets profound
Then we're not flying anymore
We get in touch with the ground
Two souls are to be found
Searching for more ground
One day they drift apart
Cause they can't be one
If bubbles come too close
To each other
They burst into pieces
They break, break
They break, break