(Middle Class Weekend) Bubble

My love, tell me how was your day?
I’m tired of life based on pay - can we escape the interest rates?
I don’t mind working but damn the man who made this game
I imagine life in his shoes but he never reciprocates, so please
Take me to the place where there’s more to my life than just work
Take me to the place where the tired in my brain don’t lurk
Take me to the place where the bubble we make will never burst

My love, tell me how was your week?
We’re doing hard time for the work week of life and for good behavior
We’ll get life’s weekend to explore if we can walk ourselves out the door
And I know we’ve got it pretty good and that makes me feel even worse, so please
Take me to the place where we’re living our lives for what they’re worth
Take me to the place where we’re living weekends, immersed
Take me to the place where the bubble we make will never burst

My love, I need the break but I know it won’t last

The wheels on the bus go round and round
People inside, merry, go round, round
Like the hands on the clock, round and round

My love, tell me have our chances all passed?

Not if you take me to the place where the hands on that clock, they don’t turn
Sheltered from the existential problems of the world
Take me to the place where we’re living unchained from day to day
Instead of grinding us down for sixty-five years and then saying,
“Now that I’ve put in my time, I’m ready for my life to begin,”
No matter which side’s full, all that matters is the sand in the bottle
Somewhere to rejuvenate my brain but let my eyes still see
Take me today because after this week I can’t breathe
I need to understand this life without the burden of this curse
So take me to the place where the weekends we make will never burst

(Middle Class Weekend) Bubble - YouTube Demo
(Middle Class Weekend) Bubble - bandcamp