Now that luck has finally found us, babe
I'm a white picket fence
For at least as long as your family
Stays too nice to protest!

They speak of you like a myth
An especially tender myth
Now your name and the names of your friends
Are all acronyms in the shadow of it!

And what language will they use to say you're failing?
Do they have suspicions they can prove?
When you're remade in effigy for one more vivisection
In that room what language will they use?

You are not in agony
We are not so cold and lonely
And maybe I adore you
But the future is not around the corner

whatever has found us, babe
It's not what i expected
Can't keep my eyes on the horizon
In every direction

What of you can be picked apart?
Where does your machinery collect?
Where'd you lay your wires, and which
Ones determine cause against effect?

What sentence in the end describes last summer
Of those second-hands accounts you never meant?
When final judgment visits North America to find you,
What will be the sentence in the end?

Oh, you are not in agony
We are not so cold and lonely
And maybe I adore you
But the future is not around the corner

Hey
Don't be ashamed, you know
Whatever gets in the way
Will get in the way
Hey
Don't be afraid
Whatever gets in the way
Will get in our way