The windswept horizon of hot summer paradise
You realize the truth, you find where your freedom lies
The taste of love on a dear friends lips
Feel your vision blur as you give in so willingly
Is there any tea in the pot?
Is there some left in it for me?
I'm the madman that you forgot
Is tere any pot in the tea?
Will you lick my crazy colours?
Cos I'd die for you baby
The old ones complained and they said they were wiser than us
But us we're just having a party to last for the rest of our lives
They wised it and sized it and they analysed it through and through
But us we just did it, we had nothing better to do
Oh Mr Clean with your nicotine-stained brain
Businesswoman Julie, never felt the beauty, never picked a tulip, just kept fixing pepsi
But in your business-suits of navy blue
Do you really think your children take any notice of you?
Not willingly.....
Is there any tea in the pot?
Is there some left in it for me?
I'm the madman that you forgot
Is tere any pot in the tea?
Will you lick my crazy colours?
Cos I'd die for you baby
