[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
Pretty keen – yes, my hobby keeps me busy
And if I talk to myself, well, that's not a crime
In the darkroom I am a dealer in space and time…
When all memory is mellowed
When the photograph is yellowed
Still it never lies
[Verse 2]
There you are, your eyes laced with secret pleasure
Saying that you're on the way to change
Devouring in inordinate measure
Every diversion that's arranged
For every appetite, a cruel attraction
But there's a panic in your actions…
Oh, I never saw you look so strange
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
Fixing memory chemically
Holding time on the stop-clock
Hanging back from that last frame
Just in case it doesn't show you
In the way I used to know you…
Oh, I thought you'd always stay the same
[Verse 1]
Pretty keen – yes, my hobby keeps me busy
And if I talk to myself, well, that's not a crime
In the darkroom I am a dealer in space and time…
When all memory is mellowed
When the photograph is yellowed
Still it never lies
[Verse 2]
There you are, your eyes laced with secret pleasure
Saying that you're on the way to change
Devouring in inordinate measure
Every diversion that's arranged
For every appetite, a cruel attraction
But there's a panic in your actions…
Oh, I never saw you look so strange
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
Fixing memory chemically
Holding time on the stop-clock
Hanging back from that last frame
Just in case it doesn't show you
In the way I used to know you…
Oh, I thought you'd always stay the same
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