Sign Lyrics by Peter Hammill

Wrong drink to order.
Suspicion grows,
wrong situation...
Oh, no-one knows where you've gone to
in the pagan night
and the neon reflections
spread cadmium white.
You came here looking for something
but this wasn't it, quite.
Hey, take a Polaroid, exit,
and well you might.
Sign the picture, get out of the frame;
sign the picture, and throw it away.
Sign the picture, sign the picture,
throw the picture away.
Now she turns her attention
and her camera on you:
this could be all of the moments
that you'll ever live through,
oh, but your heart beats the rythm
of primeval tattoo...
I hear you make your excuses
as you usually do.
Sign the picture, get out of the frame;
sign the picture, and throw it away;
Sign the picture, sign the picture,
throw the picture away...
... although it's going to come back.
You've got a certain knack
of making of such things
auspicious signs.

Wrong drink to order. Suspicion grows, wrong situation... Oh, no-one knows where you've gone to in the pagan night and the neon reflections spread cadmium white. You came here looking for something but this wasn't it, quite. Hey, take a Polaroid, exit, and well you might. Sign the picture, get out of the frame; sign the picture, and throw it away. Sign the picture, sign the picture, throw the picture away. Now she turns her attention and her camera on you: this could be all of the moments that you'll ever live through, oh, but your heart beats the rythm of primeval tattoo... I hear you make your excuses as you usually do. Sign the picture, get out of the frame; sign the picture, and throw it away; Sign the picture, sign the picture, throw the picture away... ... although it's going to come back. You've got a certain knack of making of such things auspicious signs.