Well wood burns and metal rusts So darling, what's to become of us When the weather turns and they say it must Well 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 they crash like computer screens And signals fail, trains derail And car bonnets crumple like magazines Till 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 will bite our noses off, to spite our faces Both of us, will rust like metal fences in the rain You will pour the gasoline And I will spark the matches We will burn within our fire We will burn within our flames Well yeast ferments and milk sours When it's out of the fridge for too many hours Will we lament in separate towers Never knowing if we're brave or if we're cowards For they'll 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