The Boy In the Bubble - Live at Webster Hall, New York City - June 2011

A slow day 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 The slow day A slow day The dead sand could fall on the children The mothers and the fathers And the automatic earth was a dry wind A dry wind These are the days of miracle and wonder This is the long distance call The way the camera follows us in slo-mo We will look to us all The way we look to a distant constellation Dyin′ in a corner of the sky These are the days of miracle and wonder Don't cry, baby, don′t cry, don't cry These are the days of miracle and wonder This is the long distance call The way the camera follows us in slo-mo We will look to us all The way we'll look to a distant constellation Die in a corner of the sky These are the days of miracle and wonder Don′t cry, baby, don′t cry It's a turn-around jump shot It′s everybody jump started It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts Medicine is magical and magical is art The boy in the bubble The baby with the baboon heart 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 This is the long distance call The way the camera follows us in slo-mo We will look to us all Way we′ll look to a distant constellation Die in a corner of the sky Miracle and wonder Don't cry, baby, don′t cry, don't cry, don't cry Cry, don′t cry, don′t cry, don't cry, don′t cry Cry, don't cry, don′t cry, don't cry, don′t cry Cry, don't cry, don't, don′t cry, don′t cry Cry, don't cry, don′t cry