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 .