letra de little bubble (edit) – dirty projectors

morning
about the break of day
here we lay, arm in arm

and cradled by the dawn

how did you sleep?
what did you dream of?
can you still remember our world in the key of love?
the amount of light that we both know
or the shadow descending from above

we had our own little bubble
for a while
we had our own little bubble
for a while

morning
there’s no one else here
i’m alone in the cold
october light hits like a black hole
growling greatness

sentry of emptiness
it’s not enough, whatever i dreamed of
dreams are dumb and meaningless
like the days they refract
but are dull, empty and sad
i wanna sleep with no dreams
i want to be dead

we had our own little bubble
for a while
we had our own little bubble
for a while

we didn’t know one way or other
for a while
we had our own little bubble
for a while

- letras de dirty projectors