This is the long-distance call
The way the camera follows us in slow-mo
The way we seem to us all
The way we seem to a distant constellation
That's dying in a box of the sky
These are the years 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 set of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
These are the years of miracle and wonder
This is the long-distance call
The way the camera follows us in slow-mo
The way we seem to us all oh yeah
The way we seem to a distant constellation
That's dying in a box of the sky
These are the years 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 charming and charming is art
Think of the boy in the bubble
And the child with the baboon heart
And i believe
These are years of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose association of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
These are the years of miracle and wonder
This is the long-distance call
The way the camera follows us in slow-mo
The way we seem to us all oh yeah
The way we seem to a distant constellation
That's dying in a box of the sky
These are the years of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby don't cry don't cry don't cry
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