The Contract - Purson

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