Lyrics:

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 hair-trigger love and faulty spring
Motivation smokes a name
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
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 pre development 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 you)
Give me just a glimmer (In the 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 (You're piling up)
You're piling up and out of sight
Yeah, 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