What Will Become of Us

Wood burns, and metal rusts

So, darling, what's to become of us

When the weather turns, and they say it must

We'll need coats for the both of us

But the wool is thin and it's full of holes

And there's no heat in this abandoned bus

So will we go alone, out on our own

Oh, darling, what's to become of us

Well, boats sink into the sea

And airplanes that crash like computer screens

And signals fail, trains derail

And car bonnets crumple like magazines

'Til they're put in piles like stacks of tiles

In a yard full of fridges and broken stuff

Will we go alone out on our own

Oh, darling, what's to become of us

We'll bite our noses off to spite our faces

Both of us will

Rust like metal fences in the rain

You'll pour the gasoline and I'll spark the matches

We'll burn within our fire, we'll burn within our flames

Well, yeast ferments and milk sours

When it's out of the fridge for too many hours

Well, we lament in separate towers

Never knowing if we're brave or if we're cowards

For they pour cement down this hole of ours

And we'll be stuck under stones and flowers

Will we go alone out on our own

Oh, darling, that's what will become of us