What Will Become Of Us by Passenger
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
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