Well wood burns and metal rustsSo darling, what's to become of usWhen the weather turns and they say it mustWell we'll need coats for the both of usBut the wool is thin and it's full of holesAnd there's no heat in this abandoned busSo will we go alone, out on our ownOh darling, what's to become of usWell boats sink into the seaAnd airplanes they crash like computer screensAnd signals fail, trains derailAnd car bonnets crumple like magazinesTill they're put in piles, like stacks of tilesIn a yard full of fridges and broken stuffWill we go alone, out on our ownOh darling, what's to become of usWe will bite our noses off, to spite our facesBoth of us, will rust like metal fences in the rainYou will pour the gasolineAnd I will spark the matchesWe will burn within our fireWe will burn within our flamesWell yeast ferments and milk soursWhen it's out of the fridge for too many hoursWill we lament in separate towersNever knowing if we're brave or if we're cowardsFor they'll pour cement down this hole of oursAnd we'll be stuck under stones and flowersWill we go alone, out on our ownOh darling, that's what will become of us