Van der Graaf Generator — Last Frame

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] Pretty keen – yes, my hobby keeps me busy And if I talk to myself, well, that's not a crime In the darkroom I am a dealer in space and time… When all memory is mellowed When the photograph is yellowed Still it never lies [Verse 2] There you are, your eyes laced with secret pleasure Saying that you're on the way to change Devouring in inordinate measure Every diversion that's arranged For every appetite, a cruel attraction But there's a panic in your actions… Oh, I never saw you look so strange [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Fixing memory chemically Holding time on the stop-clock Hanging back from that last frame Just in case it doesn't show you In the way I used to know you… Oh, I thought you'd always stay the same [Verse 4] Oh, the red light, the silver, the black and the bromide; Oh, the silence, the waiting for overview… The past seems under-exposed, low tide Still the images ghost through And you're there in the bath Which is all this has led to And I can't say your path Is a right one to choose… But then I only have a negative of you [Instrumental Outro]