| When was the last time that you cried |
| And what was it about? |
| Were they tears of joy? |
| Were they tears of doubt? |
| It’s bigger than we’ll ever know |
| From the furthest star |
| To the center of our souls |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Living in a plastic bubble |
| A bubble in a plastic world |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Living in a plastic bubble |
| And it’s good |
| All this up and down |
| Not sure what it’s for |
| Not sure if I’m stuck inside |
| My own metaphor |
| It’s bigger than, I’d ever guessed |
| From the furthest star |
| To the center of your chest |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Living in a plastic bubble |
| A bubble in a plastic world |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Living in a plastic bubble |
| And it’s good |
| And it’s a crazy mixed up world |
| Full of contradictions |
| And that’s why it hurts so bad sometimes |
| But that’s also why its fun |
| I’m gonna love you like, I’ve got nothing to prove |
| Feeling good in the pocket |
| Like an old school… |
| Groooooove |
| Living in a plastic bubble |
| A bubble in a plastic world |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Living in a plastic bubble |
| And it’s good |
| Living in a plastic bubble |
| And it’s good |