Domestic Song Lyrics

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