he lives like an amateur
always looking for the path of least resistance.
he lunges for the opening
leaves behind his private trail of tears
he doesn't hold on.

in coming, in coming, in coming, in coming
down to the shelter and everyone's gone.

we need common enemies
hold me, will you darling
i should feel consumed by you
the future will deliver me
soft sounds for the living
hurry to this hollow of mine...

it's the future of sex
and I will not be armed
when the bottom falls out
it was not for love
if the future is next
let me not warn
cause when the bottom falls out
i will be in coming in coming in coming in coming