Squeeze - In Quintessence Lyrics
(difford/tilbrook)He smokes himself into double visionLeaves his mind on an indecision,Thinks hes invented imaginationSays that God is some relation.He leaves his cigarette burning on the deskHis clothes and magazines make up such a mess,Sitting up in bed transistor on his chestIn quintessence.He and his friends sit around all eveningLeaving their laughter upon the ceiling,Seems so funny yet it leaves me yawningThen I find its the following morning.He says his girlfriend lives too far awayAlways at a friends house or on holiday,His Bible of romance hides itself awayIn quintessence.A 15 year olds browse through life,Is fine with his quintessence safe and sound in mind,Lifes an adolescence from time to timeWith us allIn quintessence.In the corner with his book and tissueAll he can do is pretend to miss you,Closes his eyes as he sees her bodyPulls funny faces and thats his hobby.On the other hand love aint a happy wordOn the other hand love aint a piece of skirt,Makes for something special in your football shirtIn quintessence.
