The Deadly Syndrome

The moon is not quite bright And the time is not quite now Your lips are close to mine I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm... Our brains are not quite full So stuffed with half-thought thoughts Math problems still to solve and I'm leaving, I'm

I'll plant a row Of eucalyptus And they will grow Up to protect us They'll block the rain, oh With their salty leaves They'll keep the wind oh From our short short sleeves And tries to find us We'll just grab hold Branches above us And we'll sit up h