Boy in the Bubble
It was a slow dayAnd the sun was beatingOn the soldiers by the side of the roadThe was a bright lightA shattering of shop windowsThe bomb in the baby carriageWas wired to the radio
And I believeThese are the days of miracle and wonderThis is a long-distance callThe way the camera follows us in slo-moThe way we look to us all, oh yeahThe way we way we look to a distant constellationThat's dying in the corner of the skyThese are the days of miracle and wonderAnd don't cry, baby don't cry
It was a dry windAnd it swept across the desertAnd it burnt into the circles of birthAnd the dead sandWas falling on the childrenThe mothers and the fathersAnd the automatic earth
These are the days of miracle and wonderThis is a long-distance callThe way the camera follows us in slo-moThe way we look to us all, oh yeahThe way we way we look to a distant constellationThat's dying in the corner of the skyThese are the days of miracle and wonderAnd don't cry, baby don't cry
It was a turn-around jump-shotEverybody jump startIt's every generation throws a hero up the pop chartsMedicine is magical and magical is artYou know the boy in the bubbleAnd the baby with the baboon heart
And I believeThese are the days of lasers in the jungleLasers in the jungle somewhereStaccato signals of constant informationA loose affiliation of millionaires and billionairesAnd baby
These are the days of miracle and wonderThis is a long-distance callThe way the camera follows us in slo-moThe way we look to us all, oh yeahThe way we way we look to a distant constellationThat's dying in the corner of the skyThese are the days of miracle and wonderAnd don't cry, baby don't cryDon't cry, don't cry