Yesterday's Future (Mr. Bellamy Part III)

[Laws] My love doesn’t go in the morning, I beat the track, then I pillow talk it There was poetry in motion but I never saw it till it was you walking And I still remember the day the four elements were auctioned Overweight bureaucrats all got a portion, in a last effort We rounded up the poor kids, couldn’t afford admission to get us all in So me and some beggar watched in horror as the highest bidder took a puff of his cigar And purchased a life for less than six figures, some damn deal, he snickered I walked home past the graf mural and I shivered, sign posted Coming soon: Fred’s Liquor, through the clash of the sirens and claps of the trigger Heard a sound I could barely register, some old McCartney tune with a defined rhythm I start thinking maybe I could flip it but that was yesterday and now this is the future