Lyrics:
I look at photographs of youSweat and shame till the sun comes throughI think of things I ought not toI've hung your memory on the wallA life-size portrait ten feet tallI feel my skin begin to crawlSuddenly I see you take a breathAnd out of the cameras you come throughIs it youMust be my imaginationMust be my imaginationMust be the shock waves of the moonThe entertainment of a lonely roomThe devil playing that same old tune'Cause something strange is happening to meFeel in the land of make believePlease look me up and swallow the key'Cause I feel your fingers running through my hairI feel the human touch of youMust be my imaginationMust be my imagination