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