Past Ideas of the Future - Hostage Calm

The shows we watched when we were kids

Jetsons' spacecars, Apollo ships

That we could shrink the world to fit

The big dreams of broken kids

That someday, skyways, speedtrains and flying cars

Would keep us safe from the fools we are;

Genetics and bionics could

Make this place a bit more honest;

That we would know we stayed good on the promise

That love was a war worth fighting

And that someday the war would end

The distance, and the moral conflict

Of living far from how we wanted

The arc of our lives was something we could bend

I wrapped my hopes in everything ahead

But in the backseat of somebody else’s car

There would be a price for having gone this far:

That we could live with broken hearts

We couldn’t stand to see the pieces laying so far apart

We finally climbed the steel high rise

To see the world we’d left behind

That the years would be so unkind to us

We’d shy away in horror at what we’d done

That good intentions just weren’t enough

That all these years spent fighting

And still we’re only here

Still without peace, still without cure

Still without peace, still without cure

Still without peace, still without cure

For Loneliness

For Hatred

Depression

And Regret:

The memory of you that I cannot forget

‘Cause it’s in my skin like the sutures:

These past ideas of the future