Episode - Theatre Of Tragedy

Moving sideways through the sold photo

Slow figures flashing on tiptoe

Crashing cars on a blue tableau

Goes to show it wasn’t everywhere

No one steering, just an auto-move

Round and round the streetlights in the groove

Flying windscreens, dropping down below

Aisles of bricks, crumbling with the smoke

Here we go

I think you suit me

I’ll make you happy

You specify me

You can’t deny me

Dissolving turnpikes in a placid light

Intersections similarly white

I never found the concrete slab

I must have left it on the showroom tab

Escalators moving side to side

Round and round the footprints on the slide

From a picture, the city turned and spoke

There she was, the woman in the smoke

Here we go

I think you suit me

I’ll make you happy

You specify me

You can’t deny me

Must have left my eyes on a moving train

Tangled phone lines told me to revoke

Turgid reasons, everything’s mundane

There she was, the woman in the smoke

Here we go

I guess you suit me

Do you extend me?

You maximise me

You can’t deny me

I think you suit me

I’ll make you happy