(CHORUS)
She heard there was a problem in the
Execution of
A loophole in existence she’d not heard of
That’s where they went, her childhood friends
The men she dreamed of
She saw them all upon the television.
The television

Television way back then was tea-time for her soul
Though the seconds now have stole
Replaced the young with old
And what a Prince foretold
Is surely
Catching up with her.


An arm was flung across her head, upon a chenille bed
The police had lately said
That her Pa was dead
The sun looped round but never found
Just where her gaze left off
Was it on the jewelry box?
Or the plastic rearing horse?
A gift from an Aunt of course
Who didn’t understand where
Destiny shattered.


(CHORUS)
She heard there was a problem in the
Execution of
A loophole in existence she’d not heard of
That’s where they went, her childhood friends
The men she dreamed of
She saw them all upon the television.
The television


Plasma rays gilded the days, of slowly sinking beams
Through tousled hair daydreams
They would repeat, it seems
The earnest sci-fi scenes
The spacecraft in green screen
Blake was murdered first
Now feelings in reverse
So helpfully rehearsed
The end felt more familiar than the start of it.

Mascared eyes blinked down from Mars and
She loved him the most
He played piano ghost
She believed him most
Ziggy Stardust boast
On a saxophone afloat
Believed in him more than
Broken fingernails and diaphragms
Setting sail for the Sons of Oblivion.

Past August holiday ferris wheels
Down candy floss crossed childhood deals
Through Moms that tugged at slipping heels
Protecting what they feel
From sons that couldn’t deal
With anything too real
That’s where they’ve come from
And that’s where they’re going to.

(CHORUS)
She heard there was a problem in the
Execution of
A loophole in existence she’d not heard of
That’s where they went, her childhood friends
The men she dreamed of
She saw them all upon the television.
The television


That’s what she saw, inside a hand, clasped
Round a passing phase
Of Spock inside a haze
Of Technicolour glaze
Her mind could not erase
That year’s transported days
No lover’s eyes replayed
Those distant scratched up rays
From cathode tube displays
Of actor’s salad days
They meant what they could not say
Inside every piercing gaze
Though she longed for men
She got a sense of humour.


(CHORUS)
She heard there was a problem in the execution of
A loophole in existence she’d not heard of
That’s where they went, her childhood friends
The men she dreamed of
She saw them all upon the television
And though they’ve gone they live within her vision
Her television