If this was the Cold War
We could keep each other warm
I said on the first occasion that I met Marie
We were crawling through the hatch
That was the missile silo door
And I don't think that she really thought that much of me

I never had to learn to love her
Like I learned to love the bomb
She just came along and started to ignore me
But as we waited for the big one
I started singing her my songs
And I think she started feeling something for me