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