The contract

Turn on TV
I see a burning moon
Put there by you
A sign to say it's time
No, it's too soon
I see the pools of technicolour petrol
Loom around the room

Hide me and disguise me
Loops me a hole in the contract
Break the pact, letting me retract
If there's any good left inside you
Henchmen, line the windows
Mouthing the words

Go, go, go, time to go

Outside, lilac twilight
Smouldering skies
Are full of signs
Inside, the floor is cracked
The cracks are wide
Nowhere to hide from holes
That swallow all my pride
Fall inside

Hide me and disguise me
Loops me a hole in the contract
Break the pact, letting me retract
If there's any good left inside you
Henchmen, line the windows
Mouthing the words

Go, go, go, time to go

Printed initials, witness officials
Naively expecting the day not to come
When they will take me
Break and berate me
Henchmen mouth the words
It's time to go, go, go
Time to go