Stretch

Struggling to pull down his cagoule
 A silent scholar leaves the library
 Stumbling his way downstairs
 He's wearing far too many layers
 But feels the gentle summer air
 Is not reality
 And he gets what he gets
 Life deceives him yet
 Look at him and you'll discern
 Someone who's really trying to learn
 Leave his zeal to congeal
 On the spinning wheel
 And he will stretch it out until
 It's clear that there is nothing to reveal, Um-hm
 Waking to an early summer dawn
 I lie in bed and dream the day away
 Seeing how events will pan out
 I don't have to rush to get out
 Of this over-heated pit
 To face reality
 And I get what I get
 Life deceives me yet
 Look at me and you'll discern
 Someone who's never tried to learn
 Leave my zeal to congeal
 On my spinning wheel
 And I will stretch it out until
 It's clear that there is nothing to reveal
 Here it comes again
 That old feeling that
 I'm not good enough
 And where I am sat
 The bird song I can hear
 Consoles me with the thought
 That my own vanity
 Soon will count for nought
 In a large Newcastle hotel room
 Casanova copulates again
 Technique being of the very best
 He's squishing each and every test
 And feels inside his lover's breast
 His own reality
 And we get what we get
 Life deceives us yet
 Not that it's of your concern
 But we've learned all there is to learn
 Leave our zeal to congeal
 On the spinning wheel
 And we will stretch it out until
 It's clear that there is nothing
 We will stretch it out until
 It's clear that there is nothing
 We will stretch it out until
 It's clear that there is nothing to reveal
 We will stretch it out (we will stretch it out)
 Until It's clear that there is nothing
 We will stretch it out (we will stretch it out)
 Until It's clear that there is nothing
 We will stretch it out until It's clear
 That there is nothing to reveal