Children of Continuous Miracles

Family memory

The tenth single — kids growing up where AI and glass feel normal as air; a family anthem that wonder never has to die.

Lyrics

Transcribed from the recording — close to the song, but not always word-perfect.

Flash, neon light in the palm of your hand
The world we dreamed of is now your playground
We are the children of continuous miracles, may it
The miracle is now covered in water like air
Flying higher through the silver screen
Live in a magic that doesn't stop
Live in a magic that doesn't stop
AI flows through my veins digital rhythm in the rain
The songs of the moment, the dance of creation that doesn't stop
Glass screens are windows to the soul
At the end of our hands, the world is finished
At the end of our hands, the world is finished
The song that came out of the grandmother's radio
Now it's made with my hands, calling
Passing the torch through the data stream
We are the dream of the miracle
We are the children of continuous miracles, may it
The miracle is now covered in water like air
Flying higher through the silver screen
Live in a magic that doesn't stop
Live in a magic that doesn't stop
Everything is possible, everything is real
I feel that this is not a dream
Wonder is the air we breathe
The miracle is singing
Continuous miracles just like air
Let it begin