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, 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, in quintessence In quintessence, 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 In quintessence, in quintessence
In quintessence, in quintessence In quintessence, in quintessence In quintessence, in quintessenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
