In Quintessence - Squeeze

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

In quintessence