Collecting You

I could paint you in the dark

Cause I've studied you with hunger like a work of art

And these are very secret days

I collect my information

Then I stow it all away

Call me

When you breeze through to your appointments

The work you do

Call me

I'm collecting you

The pleading prayer and hairshirt sting

My hairtrigger love and faulty spring

Motivation smokes a namee

I don't like that smell applied to me

So blindly just the same

Call me

When you breeze through

To your appointments

The work you do

Call me

I'm collecting you

Turning up my collar (turning up my collar)

To an unseasonal chill

You ask for a favor

You know I will

And the rain comes as surprise

We fly across the railroad ties

I feel the danger

The foolish thrill

Oh yes I will

What it will or won't be then

The shutter predevelopment of the ink full in the pen

Mind the mind's eye's trickery

Cause you might picture killer beautiful

Much more than it might be

Call me

Tell me

What you're up to

What you do

Call me

I'm collecting you

I would be foolish

To think that I could turn it off

And stay alive the way I live

When you switch on

Hand on the dimmer (my hands on the)

Give me just a glimmer (dimmer glimmer)

Give me just a shadow (just a shadow)

Of hope around the edges

Agony and rapture

Forever uncaptured

Take these secrets to your grave

Drug across your landscape

And buried in your cave (your piling up)

Your piling up and out of sight (out of sight)

But trying to add it up just feels like counting shades of light

Call me yeah

Tell me

What you're up to

What you do

Call me

I'm collecting you

Hang it in my window

Let it complicate my view

The separation

The glass of you

But I can't paint this picture

Any way that I see fit

The art of pain

The subject sits unmoved