Episode Lyrics by Theatre Of Tragedy

Episode Lyrics

    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 .


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