She lives in a house in London
She lives in a house in town
And waiting to greet the children
She sits around in her dressing gown

Are these the days, are these the days
Are these the days?

He drives through the morning traffic
Sideways and up and down
Says, "The girls are so tragic
In every provincial town"

Are these the days, are these the days
Are these the days of our lives?
Are these the days, are these the days
Are these the days of our lives?

Are these the bells that chime and ring
The wedding days, the children sing
Please do not throw confetti
Please do not throw confetti on me now

Living in every city
Among somebody else's clothes
Christmas trees without angels
And wiping my bloody nose

Are these the days, are these the days
Are these the days of our lives?
Are these the days, are these the days
Are these the days of our lives?

An ordinary miracle is all we really need
An ordinary miracle you and me

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Writer(s): PAUL GERARD BUCHANAN