Signals crossed

And the fog comes down in wreaths
over all the deadened days
some politician's done a deal
at some table far away
in some country in the sun
and at the press-conference
he'll always claim our side has won
'cause that's the best defence

          can't see the forest for the trees
          with all the signals crossed
          can't see the doctor, pay his fee
          with all the signals crossed

and the frost covers the streets
all through the deadened days
the journalists are on their feet
happy to be in the fray
some say white and some say black
and we will make up our minds
that's if we ever get them back
then we'll make up our minds

             refr.
                        
                               we're all tightrope dancers
                               romancing without answers
                               uptight tightrope dancers


1989.