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  • 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 carriage
    Was wired to the radio, and
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    This is the long-distance call
    The way the camera follows us in slow-mo
    The way we look to us all
    The way we look to a distant constellation
    That's dying in a 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 it curled into the circle of birth
    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 long-distance call
    The way the camera follows us in slow-mo
    The way we look to us all, oh, yeah
    The way we look to a distant constellation
    That's dying in a 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 jump start
    It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
    Medicine is magical and magical is art
    Think of the boy in the bubble
    And the baby with the baboon heart
    And I believe
    These are 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 long-distance call
    The way the camera follows us in slow-mo
    The way we look to us all, oh, yeah
    The way we look to a distant constellation
    That's dying in a corner of the sky
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    And don't cry, baby, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry
  • 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 carriage
    Was wired to the radio, and
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    This is the long-distance call
    The way the camera follows us in slow-mo
    The way we look to us all
    The way we look to a distant constellation
    That's dying in a 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 it curled into the circle of birth
    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 long-distance call
    The way the camera follows us in slow-mo
    The way we look to us all, oh, yeah
    The way we look to a distant constellation
    That's dying in a 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 jump start
    It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
    Medicine is magical and magical is art
    Think of the boy in the bubble
    And the baby with the baboon heart
    And I believe
    These are 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 long-distance call
    The way the camera follows us in slow-mo
    The way we look to us all, oh, yeah
    The way we look to a distant constellation
    That's dying in a corner of the sky
    These are the days of miracle and wonder
    And don't cry, baby, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry