Compact Trauma

Take your hands and your head off the table Peace and quiet compact, crushed in the spirit A clear shot but odd in estimation Close is widest and bold is brightness It hurts just a little bit He's not compatible, talks a lot, hears no one In a fog, clings to the room, wants your core I got to keep the precedent alive Got to keep the essence of it in sight The crux of it's alive Cut the wire, there's a fly in the ointment Clear as night, a compact straight to the belly I play like the conductor slurring Close is widest and bold is brightness A ghost in the polythene waits for you And he's not that amused Keep it sparkling He's not compatible, talks a lot, hears no one In a fog, clings to the room, wants your core I got to keep the precedent alive Got to keep the essence of it in sight The crux of it's alive He's not compatible, talks a lot, hears no one In a fog, clings to the room, wants your core I got to keep the precedent alive Got to keep the essence of it in sight The crux of it's alive I need something more than this Cheerfully, it's the pilot light out I'll grab my coat and wander outside Uptight, end of transmission on strike I'm not kidding myself The illusion of health has clearly found me Completely naive Pack it up, all's safe Compact trauma A full blown disaster I'll be back in an hour or so, I think I'll be back in an hour or so, I think