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 hits the floor He's walking backward until he's pinned Against stained glass © GRAMMAR OUT OF CONTEXT; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com