Clocks Don't Bring Tomorrow - Knives Don't Bring Good News

You tell me tomorrow may be coming

Sometimes I wonder if it hasn't already been

But like the firebreathing rebel

I'm not sure what I mean

All I know is you're not me and that you'll never be

He tells me the future is not to be believed in

"Don't waste your wishes on what hasn't already been"

But like the strong arm policeman

He's not sure what he means

All he knows is he can't see what he will come to be

He says if we burn up the roof from above us

We surely will see the light and maybe more

But like the burnt out hooker

We'll only see down to the floor

All we know is that we're here until we are set free