Imagination کے بول

I look at photographs of you Sweat and shame till the sun comes through I think of things I ought not to I've hung your memory on the wall A life-size portrait ten feet tall I feel my skin begin to crawl Suddenly I see you take a breath And out of the cameras you come through Is it you Must be my imagination Must be my imagination Must 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 you Must be my imagination Must be my imagination