Collecting You

I could paint you in the dark
 Cause I've studied you with hunger as 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 (unknown) sting
 My hairtrigger love and faulty spring
 The (unknown) 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 (turning up my collar)
 To an unseasonal chill
 You ask for 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
 (unknown) sure the predevelopment of the of the inkful in the pen
 Mind the minds 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 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 (your piling up)
 Your piling up and out of sight (out of sight)
 Every try to add it up 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