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
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 . |