Lyrics
The photograph is still wetBut I know the room it showsMy chair beside the tableMy coat thrown by the door
The angle makes no sense at allThe camera should be hereInstead I’m in the centerLooking toward whoever’s near
I compare the walls and ceilingThe lamp, the shelf, the frameEvery mark belongs to this roomBut the viewpoint isn’t mine
My camera sits beside meLens pointed at the floorSo who stood where the picture stoodThree steps beyond the door
All this time I thoughtThe future faced my lensNow the final photographShows which side I was in
Last exposureI’m not behind the glassLast exposureI’m the subject at last
Every frame was closing inEvery minute cut the spaceI thought I photographed tomorrowTomorrow photographed my face
I leave the camera where it isI turn the darkroom whiteNo red bulb left to hide behindNo waiting for the light
The wet print starts to deepenDetails forming at my backA shoulder near the doorwayThen a hand outside the black
I don’t turn around this timeI watch the image insteadThe figure raises something smallBeside the outline of my head
I understand the distance nowIt never crossed the roomEach new frame was takenFrom the place it wanted to
TAKE YOUR PICTURETAKE IT CLEANI’M DONE GUESSINGWHAT YOU’VE SEEN
NO MORE RUNNINGFRAME BY FRAMEIF I’M THE SUBJECTCOME TAKE MY NAME
Last exposureNo place left to hideLast exposureI look straight at your side
Every frame was closing inNow there’s nowhere left to chaseThe flash goes white behind meAnd I finally see your face
The last photograph is perfectSharp from edge to edge
I’m standing in the darkroom
And behind meNo one is there
