In Quintessence

(difford/tilbrook)



He smokes himself into double vision

Leaves his mind on an indecision,

Thinks he's invented imagination

Says that god is some relation.

He leaves his cigarette burning on the desk

His clothes and magazines make up such a mess,

Sitting up in bed transistor on his chest

In quintessence.

He and his friends sit around all evening

Leaving their laughter upon the ceiling,

Seems so funny yet it leaves me yawning

Then i find it's the following morning.

He says his girlfriend lives too far away

Always at a friend's house or on holiday,

His bible of romance hides itself away

In quintessence.



A 15 year old's browse through life,

Is fine with his quintessence safe and sound in mind,

Life's an adolescence from time to time

With us all

In quintessence.



In the corner with his book and tissue

All he can do is pretend to miss you,

Closes his eyes as he sees her body

Pulls funny faces and that's his hobby.

On the other hand love ain't a happy word

On the other hand love ain't a piece of skirt,

Makes for something special in your football shirt

In quintessence.




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