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I could paint you in the dark 'Cause I've studied you with hunger A work of art 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 hair shirt sting My hair trigger love and faulty spring Motivations smokes a name I don't like that smile 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 To an unseasonal chill You ask 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 And the ink full in the pen Mind the minds-eye 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 Give me just a glimmer Give me just a shadow Of hope around the edges Agony and rapture Forever uncaptured Take these secrets to your grave Drug across your landscape And bury in your cave You're piling up and out of sight Every try 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 paint this picture Any way that I see fit The art of pain The subject sits Unmoved