Episode

Moving sideways through the sold photoSlow figures flashing on tiptoeCrashing cars on a blue tableauGoes to show it wasn't everywhereNo one steering, just an auto-moveRound and round the streetlights in the grooveFlying windscreens, dropping down belowAisles of bricks, crumbling with the smokeHere we goDissolving turnpikes in a placid lightIntersections similarly whiteI never found the concrete slabI must have left it on the showroom tabEscalators moving side to sideRound and round the footprints on the slideFrom a picture, the city turned and spokeThere she was, the woman in the smokeHere we go I think you suit me I'll make you happyYou specify me You can't deny meMust have left my eyes on a moving trainTangled phone lines told me to revokeTurgid reasons, everything's mundaneThere she was, the woman in the smoke Here we goI guess you suit me Do you extend me?You maximise me You can't deny meI think you suit me I'll make you happy .