It was a slow day
and the sun
was beating
on the soldiers by the
side of the road
There was a
bright light
A shattering of
shop windows
the bomb in the
baby carriers were
wired to the radio
These are the days
of miracle
and wonder
This is the lo..ng
distance call
The way the camera
follows us in slow-mo
The way we look
to the sun
The way we look
to a distant
constellation
that's dying in the
corner of the sky
These are the days
of miracle
and wonder
and don't cry baby
don't cry, don't cry
It was a dry wind
and it swept across
the desert
and curled into
the circle of youth
And the dead sand
falling on the children
The mothers
and the fathers
and the
automatic earth
These are the days
of miracle
and wonder
This is the lo...ng
distance call
The way the camera
follows us in slow-mo
The way we look
to the sun
The way we look
to a distant
constellation
that's dying in the
corner of the sky
These are the days
of miracle
and wonder
and don't cry baby
don't cry, don't cry
It's a turn-around
jump shot
It's everybody's
jump start
Every generation
throws a hero
up the pop chart
And medicine
is magical
and magical is art
They call the boy
in the bubble
and the baby with
the baboon heart
And I believe
these are the days
of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle
somewhere
Staccato signals
of constant
information
A loose affiliation
of millionaires
and billionaires
and baby
These are the days
of miracle
and wonder
This is the lo..ng
distance call
The way the camera
follows us in slow-mo
The way we look
to the sun woh yeah
The way we look to
a distant constellation
that's dying in the
corner of the sky
These are the days
of miracle
and wonder
and don't cry baby
don't cry, don't cry
Ooooh oh ooooooh
Ooooh oh ooooh
Oooh oh oh oh ooooh