Casual Sex

Casual sex-is it irrational?

I think it's time to find out why

Soon I'll fall asleep it's nighttime

In a dream there's a dolphin

And a soldier are walking

Through the sand for the door

In an office theres a hostess

Who had carried a 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

He's attracted to a nun

But the feeling of sex is nothing possible yet

A new wave soldier standing next to a young nun

The nun just has to face,

Her darkened skirt over her legs

They're getting warmer towards the insides and they're tall

The inexistance of time is not a painting,

It's life

They're into roads and gloves and goggle glass and carstops

The feeling of sex is nothing possible yet

A new wave soldier standing next to a young nun

The sound of her voice and the handle of her robe

Are getting thinner as the wind begins to speak

The nun just strikes a pose

The soldier's held against the floor

He's walking backwards till he's pinned against stained glass.