Lyrics Theatre Of Tragedy – Episode
Text:
Moving sideways through the sold photo
Slow figures flashing on tiptoe
Crashing cars on a blue tableau
Goes to show it wasn’t everywhere
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
I guess you suit me
Do you extend me?
You maximize me
You can’t deny me
I think you suit me
I’ll make you happy
Album
Theatre Of Tragedy – Assembly
