In here you are a pale shade of cream,
Weightless, attractive, a disposable dream
Yeah, reality is an empty space
You can make things happen, you can sit and waste

Space, fill it with holes and things
For all I care, you can pull all the strings
Come now and see the sheen of what
We take in, fake up, throw out, up

Blood, electric with joy,
The urge to cradle and the urge to destroy:
Take it out on me, out of me, out of sight,
It's all right if you do not want to make it all right

HERE IT COMES, I CAN TAKE IT
HERE IT COMES, RIDE THE WAVE
HEY, BUBBLEHEAD, YOU'D BE SURPRISED AT WHAT YOU CAN TAKE

Whatever moves forward will also move back
If you don't expect anything, then that's what you get
I see you in silhouette against electric light
Warm human magic, you are alive, alight

For the zoom that is in it we like to hear sung
The language of bubbles that is spoken there;
Come clean You wear me out
The lustre of whatever jets out of your mouth

HERE IT COMES, I CAN TAKE IT
HERE IT COMES, RIDE THE WAVE
HEY, BUBBLEHEAD, YOU'D BE SURPRISED AT WHAT YOU CAN TAKE