Bubbles

How can stones like these feel better than my bed

Back on the ground chucks in the sky they're my own legs

No time for clocks but I know it must be night

It's still warm but I can tell by the lights

There's a million little bubbles in the sky

It's like each of them's responsible for someone else's smile

There's a band on stage and we're dancing away to a song we've never heard before

And a pile of cups 'cause the drinks and the fucks that we give are the only way we pay

For the best time of the year