Future Foe Scenarios - Silversun Pickups

The things we laid do not amount to much

Made of abandoned wood, loose stones, and such

This revolution, baby

Proves who you work for lately

Release the castaways who run amok

From self-appointed winds which blow and such

When present tense gets strangled in the mire

Made of our cozy decomposing wires

Who do you work for, baby?

And does it work for you lately?

But when the night is over and the walls start burning

When fire starts to matter and the clock’s still churning

Clichés and other chatter keeps our minds from learning

Our minds keep learning

It’s alright, it’s alright

The things we laid do not amount to much

Made up of thought balloons and cotton swabs

When present tense gets strangled in the woes

Made of our future foe scenarios

This revolution, baby

Proves who you work for maybe

Who do you work for, baby?

And does it work for you lately

But when the night is over and the walls start linking

When fire starts to matter and the clock’s still sinking

Clichés and other chatter keeps our minds from thinking

Our minds keep shrinking

It’s alright, it’s alright

It’s alright.

It’s alright

That’s when it turned on me

A motorcade of 'meant to be’s'

Parades of beauty queens

Where soft entwines make kindling

These many detailed things

Like broken nails and plastic rings

Will win by keeping me

From speaking to my new darling

And there’s no way to know

Our future foe scenarios

That’s when it turned on me

Where bobby pins held angel wings