Bubbles - Nearly God, Terry Hall

The first hundred years are the toughest

On this bubble

An open sky, flying high, take a bride

Get some trouble

The first one will do

I’m just passing through

The second one needs more

I’ve been here before

I’ve been here before

I’ve been here before

Springtime falls, summer calls

You slip and slide until you hit December

Believe my eyes, they’ll bleed you dry

If I was an ingenious, I’d lose my temper

The first one will do

I’m just passing through

Second one needs more

Been here before

Been here before

Wanna make me weak while you cry

It’s not such a thing as pass till you die

Gotta go, I get high

Gotta go, I get high

Deceiver deceived us

And I deceived them

Carry my troubles home

Married with the humble home

The first hundred years are the toughest

I’m getting smothered

And life is just one bloody thing

After another