Slow motion

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
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slow motion
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

Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby...

Yo tenía 14 años. Ha pasado mucho tiempo ya...
Pero el tiempo es relativo, ¿no?