I went and took a photograph   of a strange and desperate scene   a lot of people stepping   up to the guillotine      now I wait beside you   and I call you by your name   oh whisper to me softly      before I slip away    back into the dream         I took a photo of him   not a hair was out of place   sitting high upon his tumble   with a smile upon his face      and now I wake beside you   and I draw you close to me    oh whisper to me softly      before I slip away    back into the    dream         I turned the camera on myself   as I lay tangled in your weave   and I shot you full of images   of picturesque evil      and now I wake beside you   and I draw you close to me   oh whisper to me softly      before I slip away    back into the Dream