Let's begin at the top:
There's no reason to think that this will ever stop
So let's go back and start again;
In this finite uncertainty we'll circle round and then
Sail a craft of self-conviction
Across tomorrow-never-knows
Where the surface stays unruffled
While the coral clusters quietly down below

Cutting figures of pride and will like Leonardo cartoons
We go flying formation in our hot-air speech balloons

Can't go back, can't reverse...
No-one here really quite believes
The bubble's going to
The bubble's going to
The bubble's going to burst

I fell off the raft of self-assurance
Into undertow that sucked me dry and deep;
Bent double by thought bubbles flooding through my blood
I surfaced from a lifetime's worth of sleep
I remember once I gave myself the lecture
Swore on life as both a blessing and a curse
But all solid faith seems nothing but conjecture
Now the bubble's going to
Bubble's going to
Bubble's going to
Bubble's going to burst

And our bones become the coral of the future
And we slake the life-long thirst;
With a pin-prick, on a reef like a razor
The bubble's going to burst
The bubble's going to burst

The bubble's sure to burst