Droids

One, o, one o, one

Silicone clones, mrs jones by the swimming pool

Tanning in an energy field

Watching her, she turns and picks pink pineapple

And everything is perfectly unreal

Something in my chest, it flutters like a humming bird

Hanging in a baby blue sky

Expecting the return of all I understood

Is like waiting for fake flowers to die

When our memories are 1's and 0's

Still we swim in secret coves

And the labored hearts

That they said were ours

Are the ones we share

With these friends of ours

These friends of ours

Staring through the dome at things we'll never know

They warned us we would never go far

And this yearning to escape they say is just a phase

So baby, que sera sera

Spending another night alone polishing mrs jones

And swallowing the baby blue pills

Planets still revolve but none of us grow old

They're just giving us more time to kill

When our memories are 1's and 0's

Still we swim in secret coves

And the labored hearts

That they said were ours

Are the ones we share

With these friends of ours

These friends of ours