Casual sex

Casual sex- is it irrational?
I think it's time to find out why
Soon I'll fall asleep it's nighttime
In a dream there's a dolphin
And a soldier are walking
Through the sand for the door
In an office theres a hostess
Who had carried a friend and wheeled him into a drawer
She pulls his file
The air is cold
Down the aisle we follow her
I'm thinking casual sex,
The feeling
Casual sex,
The soldier's life's the same as mine
He's attracted to a nun
But the feeling of sex is nothing possible yet
A new wave soldier standing next to a young nun
The nun just has to face,
Her darkened skirt over her legs
They're getting warmer towards the insides and they're tall
The inexistance of time is not a painting,
It's life
They're into roads and gloves and goggle glass and carstops
The feeling of sex is nothing possible yet
A new wave soldier standing next to a young nun
The sound of her voice and the handle of her robe
Are getting thinner as the wind begins to speak
The nun just strikes a pose
The soldier's held against the floor
He's walking backwards till he's pinned against stained glass.