If a man A who weighs eleven stone leaves from his home at 8:30 in the morning In a car consumption is 16.25 miles per gallon at an average speed of forty miles an hour To his office which is twelve miles away and he stops for a coffee on the way for fifteen minutes And also puts air in one of his tyres which has a slow puncture Letting out air at a rate of two pounds per square inch per mile travelled When the car is moving at thirty-two miles an hour and he picks up a hitchhiker B Who weighs fourteen stone plus suitcase but hitchhiker B who is a political activist Distributes leaflets from his suitcase, each of which weigh an ounce At the scale of two leaflets per person at every bus stop And every vehicle on either side of them at every red traffic light during the journey Which includes twenty bus stops with an average six people per stop Five lorries each with a passenger, One of which exchanged a Yorkie Bar Weighing an ounce for twelve of the leaflets and two coaches each containing fifty-one people Seven of which from one coach returned the leaflets and sixteen people from the other coach Who asked for a further leaflet each for a member of one of their families Assuming that man A then had to travel a further 2.86 miles Out of his way to drop off hitchhiker B, How late would man be
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colours anymore, I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door, I must have it painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing happening to you If I look hard enough into the setting sun My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colours anymore, I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm...
I wanna see it painted, painted black Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black