Songtext:
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









