Lyrics:
I was waiting for the bus
when suddenly surrounded by a bubble
I saw lobsters crawling by,
a coral forest
and brittle stars above all
I asked a lady at my side
how she could manage
staying under water all her life
But she just smiled and shook her head
and then she said
If we bide our time
we will find the shore
All you do is float
all you do, is float
(I was just waiting for the bus)
Background:
One day, I came across the story about a bubble boy. He was born with a rare disorder called SCID, Severe Combined Immunodeficiency. To avoid life-threatening infections, he was placed in a germ-free plastic bubble, where he remained until he died, only twelve years old.
If I was a bubble boy, my bubble would be surrounded by water, covered in sea shells, illuminated by bioluminescent dinoflagellates. I would take long walks on the ocean floor and hang upside down in the coral trees, watching the manta rays hover towards the surface. Then fall into a weightless sleep, dreaming of dry sand between my toes and wind in my ears. And maybe a hug.
Next week:
Track 9 - The Vault
