Suspicion grows,
Wrong situation...
Oh, no-one knows where you've gone to in the pagan night
And the neon reflections spread cadmium white.
You came here looking for something but this wasn't it, quite.
Hey, take a Polaroid, exit, and well you might.
Sign the picture, get out of the frame;
Sign the picture, and throw it away.
Sign the picture, sign the picture, throw the picture away.
(Sign the picture, sign the picture.)
Now she turns her attention and her camera on you:
This could be all of the moments that you'll ever live through,
Oh, but your heart beats the rythm of primeval tattoo...
I hear you make your excuses as you usually do.
Sign the picture, get out of the frame;
Sign the picture, and throw it away.
Sign the picture, sign the picture, throw the picture away.
(Sign the picture, sign the picture.)
Sign the picture, get out of the frame;
Sign the picture, and throw it away;
Sign the picture, sign the picture,
Throw the picture away although it's going to come back.
You've got a certain knack
Of making of such things auspicious signs.
Auspicious signs.