Lyrics:

I could paint you in the darkCause I've studied you with hunger like a work of artThese are very secret daysI collect my information then I stowe it all awayCall me when you breeze through to your appointmentsThe work you doCall me, I'm collecting youThe pleading prayer and hairshirt stingMy hair-trigger love and faulty springMotivation smokes a name, but I don't like that smell applied to me soBlindly just the same call meWhen you breeze through to your appointments the work you doCall me I'm collecting youTurning up my collar to an unseasonal chill you ask a favor, you know I willThe rain comes a surprise we fly across the railroad tiesI feel the danger the foolish thrill oh yes I willWhat it will or won't be thenThe shutter pre development the ink full in the penMind the mind's eye's trickeryYou might picture killer beautiful much more than it might beCall me tell me what you're up to what you'll doCall me I'm collecting youI would be foolish to think that I could turn it off and stay aliveThe way I live when you switch on hand on the dimmer, give me just a glimmerGive me just a shadow hope around the edges, agony and rapture forever uncapturedTake these secrets to your graveDrug across your landscape and buried in your caveYou're piling up and out of sightBut trying to add it up just feels like counting shades of lightCall me when you breeze through to your appointments what you must doCall me I'm collecting youHang it in my window let it complicate my viewThe separation the glass of youBut I can paint this picture any way that I see fitThe art of pain the subject sits unmoved