Every Direction

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