Close the Door

Cos I'm the only one who knows everyone barbecue lungs None of you know what I'm thinking Who on earth would believe a word that you say? You're disturbed in a strange fascinated way You're disturbed, I think you're disturbed I've told you once To switch all the lights off You never believe that You never believe that And you stay near the window Falling out through the floor Close the door Falling out through the floor Falling out through the floor It's time for the maths test I come over to see you, at your chair you face up I reply and politely stare back, back I'm so backward I almost forgot Why I'm sinking Falling out through the floor Close the door Falling out through the floor Falling out through the floor It's time for the maths test It's time for the maths test Half the times I lack sound the way I really think of you otherwise [Incomprehensible] Falling out through the floor Close the door It's time for the maths test It's time for the maths test It's time for the maths test It's time for the maths test It's time for the maths test It's time for the maths test It's time for the maths test It's time for the maths test