I could paint you in the dark   'Cause I've studied you with hunger   A work of art   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 hair shirt sting   My hair trigger love and faulty spring   Motivations smokes a name   I don't like that smile 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 predevelopment   And the ink full in the pen   Mind the minds-eye 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   Give me just a glimmer   Give me just a shadow   Of hope around the edges   Agony and rapture   Forever uncaptured      Take these secrets to your grave   Drug across your landscape   And bury in your cave   You're piling up and out of sight   Every try 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 paint this picture   Any way that I see fit   The art of pain   The subject sits   Unmoved