he was not the boy you thought him
now you are dying of boredom
all in an afternoon i throw my temper round the room
she was not the girl i thought her
she could drive a man to murder
all in an afternoon i throw my temper round the room
my temper round the room
my temper round the room
whoo
now i can't see the sky at all
i'm lying here i should be standing tall
but oh, you looked straight through
and through til i don't know what to do
and the way you're keeping silent
makes me think that i should be more quiet
all in an afternoon i throw my temper round the room
my temper round the room
my temper round the room
and as the evening falls
and you find a moments pause
what a silly boy you have been
as if she could care
she was never even here
she just wanted you to disappear
and you threw your temper round the room
throw my temper round the room
my temper round the room
she was not the girl i thought her
she could drive this man to murder
all in an afternoon i throw my
my temper round the room
my temper round the room
my temper round the room
all in an afternoon