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