You truly try to focus
But tension's rising in the air
In the air
30 degrees Celsius
And you're not even nearly there
Nearly there
Vapours of petroleum
Are blurring concepts in your mind
In your mind
In spite of your curriculum
You start behaving out of line
Out of line
Sipping a tube full of ale
You stare an atom in the eye
In the eye
Sweat on your face, you look pale
You need a shot of turpentine
Turpentine
I see you try to focus
You're making such a fuss
Over 50 degrees Celcius
Is good enough for us
Holding your fears deep inside
You're looking for some oxygen
Oxygen
There's no escape, but you tried
To synthesise her love again
Love again
