I'm making my notebook about the kids in America
Showing devotion to the Showa emperor
A permanent Hiroshima is constantly happening
In this peace that feels so much like war
And every bridge we build will surely fall away
And every building crumble into the waves
My hands worn to the bone by this business of living
My hopes shrink by one tatami mat each year
We must run faster, for if we can run fast enough
Maybe we'll catch the kids in America
And every bridge we build will surely fall away
And every building crumble into the waves
Bubble Music for the 20th century
Bubble music for the things that were meant to be
Bubble music for the fashion and the art
Bubble music for your bamboo heart
Showing devotion to the Showa emperor
A permanent Hiroshima is constantly happening
In this peace that feels so much like war
And every bridge we build will surely fall away
And every building crumble into the waves
My hands worn to the bone by this business of living
My hopes shrink by one tatami mat each year
We must run faster, for if we can run fast enough
Maybe we'll catch the kids in America
And every bridge we build will surely fall away
And every building crumble into the waves
Bubble Music for the 20th century
Bubble music for the things that were meant to be
Bubble music for the fashion and the art
Bubble music for your bamboo heart