Interpret:

Theatre of Tragedy

Album:

Assembly

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 .