Casual Sex – Caparezza – letras

Casual sex- is it irrational?I think it’s time to find out whySoon I’ll fall asleep it’s nighttimeIn a dream there’s a dolphinAnd a soldier are walkingThrough the sand for the doorIn an office theres a hostessWho had carried a friend and wheeled him into a drawerShe pulls his fileThe air is coldDown the aisle we follow herI’m thinking casual sex,The feelingCasual sex,The soldier’s life’s the same as mineHe’s attracted to a nunBut the feeling of sex is nothing possible yetA new wave soldier standing next to a young nunThe nun just has to face,Her darkened skirt over her legsThey’re getting warmer towards the insides and they’re tallThe inexistance of time is not a painting,It’s lifeThey’re into roads and gloves and goggle glass and carstopsThe feeling of sex is nothing possible yetA new wave soldier standing next to a young nunThe sound of her voice and the handle of her robeAre getting thinner as the wind begins to speakThe nun just strikes a poseThe soldier’s held against the floorHe’s walking backwards till he’s pinned against stained glass.