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