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 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 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,
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