The Faint - Casual Sex lyrics
[The Faint - Casual Sex lyrics]
Casual sex is it irrational? (Yes)
I think it's time to find out why
And soon I fall asleep, it's nighttime
In a dream there's a dolphin
And a soldier, they're walking
Through the sand and toward a morgue
In an office there's a hostess who has
Carried our friend
And wheeled him into a drawer
She pulls his file the air is cold
Down the aisle we follow her
I'm thinking casual sex - the feeling
Casual sex - the soldier's life's
The same as mine and he's attracted to a nun
But the feeling of sex
Is nothing possible yet
A new wave soldier's standing next
To a young nun the nun just has to pace
Her gothic skirt over her legs
They're getting warmer toward the insides
And their tops
"The inexistence of time" is not a painting
It's life they're into robes and gloves
Goblet glass and crosses
The feeling of sex is nothing possible yet
A new wave soldier is standing
Next to a young nun the sound of her voice
And the handle of the robe
Are getting thinner as the
Whip begins to speak
The nun just strikes a pose
The soldier's helmet hit's the floor
He's walking backward
Until he's pinned against stained glass
I think it's time to find out why
And soon I fall asleep, it's nighttime
In a dream there's a dolphin
And a soldier, they're walking
Through the sand and toward a morgue
In an office there's a hostess who has
Carried our friend
And wheeled him into a drawer
She pulls his file the air is cold
Down the aisle we follow her
I'm thinking casual sex - the feeling
Casual sex - the soldier's life's
The same as mine and he's attracted to a nun
But the feeling of sex
Is nothing possible yet
A new wave soldier's standing next
To a young nun the nun just has to pace
Her gothic skirt over her legs
They're getting warmer toward the insides
And their tops
"The inexistence of time" is not a painting
It's life they're into robes and gloves
Goblet glass and crosses
The feeling of sex is nothing possible yet
A new wave soldier is standing
Next to a young nun the sound of her voice
And the handle of the robe
Are getting thinner as the
Whip begins to speak
The nun just strikes a pose
The soldier's helmet hit's the floor
He's walking backward
Until he's pinned against stained glass