Imagination

I look at photographs of you

Sweat and shame till the sun comes through

I think of things I ought not toI've hung your memory on the wall

A life-size portrait ten feet tall

I feel my skin begin to crawlSuddenly I see you take a breath

And out of the cameras you come through

Is it youMust be my imagination

Must be my imaginationMust be the shock waves of the moon

The entertainment of a lonely room

The devil playing that same old tune'cause something strange is happening to me

Feel in the land of make believe

Please look me up and swallow the key'cause I feel your fingers running through my hair

I feel the human touch of youMust be my imagination

Must be my imagination