The Boy In The Bubble
It was a slow dayAnd the sun was beatingOn the soldiers by the side of the roadThere was a bright lightA shattering of shop windowsThe bomb in the baby carriageWas wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonderThis is the long distance callThe way the camera follows us in slo-moThe way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellationThat’s dying in a corner of the skyThese are the days of miracle and wonderAnd don’t cry, baby, don’t cryDon’t cry
It was a dry windAnd it swept across the desertAnd it curled into the circle of birthAnd the dead sandFalling on the childrenThe mothers and the fathersAnd the automatic earth
These are the days of miracle and wonderThis is the long distance callThe way the camera follows us in slo-moThe way we look to us all, oh yeah
The way we look to a distant constellationThat’s dying in a corner of the skyThese are the days of miracle and wonderAnd don’t cry baby, don’t cryDon’t cry
It’s a turn-around jump shotIt’s everybody jump startIt’s every generation throws a hero up the pop chartsMedicine is magical and magical is artThink of 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 millionairesAnd billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonderThis is the long distance callThe way the camera follows us in slo-moThe way we look to us all, oh yeah
The way we look to a distant constellationThat’s dying in a corner of the skyThese are the days of miracle and wonderAnd don’t cry baby, don’t cryDon’t cry, don’t cry