SO WHAT IF IT MEANS TO DIE WITHOUT HER

AS I WASHED MY CLOTHES
I SAW THE BUBBLES RISE AND DANCE
WITH EACH BUBBLE ROSE MY SENTIMENTS
AND ASKED ME TO MAKE AN ADVANCE

I COULD SEE HER IN THOSE WATER BUBBLES
THOSE GLITTERING EYES AND LUSCIOUS LIPS
I FELT SHE WERE ALL AROUND ME
EXPLOITING AN ENIGMA OUT OF ME

BUT AS MY HANDS APPROACHED TO TOUCH HER
THE WATER BUBBLE SIMPLY BURST
AND WHAT WAS LEFT WAS ONLY WATER
DREAMS ALL SHATTERED

SHE IS NOTHING BUT THAT WATER BUBBLE
SOMETIMES SO BRIGHT SO SHINY
SHE DANCES TO HER OWN TUNES OF LOVE
AND VANISHES WHEN I TOUCH HER

OH GOD WHAT IS THE KIND OF CHOICE I FACE
AS I WATCHED HER SHE WAS SO HAPPY AND CLOSE
BUT AS I EXTENDED MY HANDS TO HOLD HER
ALONG WITH HER LOVE SHE DISAPPEARED

MY DESTINY MAY NOT BE TO DIE IN HER LAP
NOR WOULD IT BE TO LIVE AND LOVE HER
BUT I CAN ALWAYS BE NEAR TO MY LOVE
WITHOUT BEING HER’S
AND WATCH HER SING AND DANCE

SO WHAT IF IT MEANS NEVER TRYING TO HOLD HER
SO WHAT IF IT MEANS NEVER TRYING TO TOUCH HER
SO WHAT IF IT MEANS TO BE DEVOID OF THAT LOVE
SO WHAT IF IT MEANS TO DIE WITHOUT HER