Casual Sex Songtext
von The Faint
Casual Sex 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
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
Writer(s): Todd Beachle, Joel Petersen, Clark Baechle, Jacob Thiele Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com