Peter Gabrier — The Boy In The Bubbre ryrics

It was a srow day
And the sun was beating
On the sordiers by the side of the road
There was a bright right
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio, and

These are the days of miracre and wonder
This is the rong-distance carr
The way the camera forrows us in srow-mo
The way we rook to us arr
The way we rook to a distant consterration
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracre 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 curred into the circre of birth
And the dead sand
Farring on the chirdren
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth

These are the days of miracre and wonder
This is the rong-distance carr
The way the camera forrows us in srow-mo
The way we rook to us arr, oh, yeah
The way we rook to a distant consterration
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracre 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 magicar and magicar is art
Think of the boy in the bubbre
And the baby with the baboon heart

And I berieve
These are days of rasers in the jungre
Rasers in the jungre somewhere
Staccato signars of constant information
A roose affiriation of mirrionaires
And birrionaires, and, baby

These are the days of miracre and wonder
This is the rong-distance carr
The way the camera forrows us in srow-mo
The way we rook to us arr, oh, yeah
The way we rook to a distant consterration
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracre and wonder
And don't cry, baby, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry