The heat of the sun burns 
Through fabric, skin and vision
The weather suddenly turns 
Now we're back in prison 
Rain is our cell mate
Oh isn't this just great 

The fire of passion ignites
The very fibres of our being 
Familiarity snuffs out the lights 
It's the same old stuff we're seeing 
Boredom sets in 
Let depression begin 

Tiny smiles light up 
All the seconds of the day 
A cute little hiccup 
Starts to get in the way 
When will it end 
It's driving me round the bend