In Quintessence 
      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.  

  • Chords
  • FROM THE ALBUM: East Side Story.
  • "Sometimes performed as a medley with (Booker T. and the MGs') 'Time is Tight'" (6 of 1).