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