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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
Lyrics submitted by christa
Track duration: 03:15
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... that's just beautifully said.
Its very strange that immediatly after he talks about going to the morgue to see his friend he starts talking about thoughts of casual sex.
This might have something to do with how his dream makes him feel. For people that remember a lot of their dreams can relate to having feelings that don't exactly relate to the dream you are having.
Maybe this song was written because of a dream he actually had.
Its very strange that immediatly after he talks about going to the morgue to see his friend he starts talking about thoughts of casual sex.
This might have something to do with how his dream makes him feel. For people that remember a lot of their dreams can relate to having feelings that don't exactly relate to the dream you are having.
Maybe this song was written because of a dream he actually had.
"the sound of her voice, and the handle of the robe are getting thinner as the whip begins to speak"
Seems like, her voice is getting softer, and her robe is coming undone.
I really don't know, Faint kicks.
When asking if casual sex is irrational, he is told yes.
The feeling of sex is nothing possible, perhaps because there is no way the narrator will ever be able to hit up a nun. (thats way too sinful)
"they're into robes and gloves, goblet glass and crosses."
they're religious folk, he'll never get any with them.
"the sound of her voice, and the handle of the robe are getting thinner as the whip begins to speak"
the beautiful attributes of this lady are disappearing (getting thinner), because the whip (religion), is telling him that these desires are wrong.
"the nun just strikes a pose. the soldier's helmet hits the floor. he's walking backward until he's pinned against stained glass."
the narrator is taken back by this ladies beauty, but he can't escape the boundaries of church rule. (stained glass=thwe windows in church.)
on a completely different note, I saw the faint in Philly last night, it was fucking amazing!!!!!!
:mosh: