A billion tiny spheres fly in the wind
Light as childish hearts that never harden,
As rare as finding man who's never sinned.
Isla's dancing round between the bubbles
They're bursting on her head and in her hands
Helping me forget about my troubles
And helping me forget about my plans.
Bubbles flying off into the morningUp high they float into the waiting air
Up to where the perfect sun is dawning
To burst up in the sky without a care.
Oh bubbles flying off into the blue,
Can I perhaps, please, come along with you.
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