Love Is a Camera

A winter morning black as any night. A landscape held in time under the ice. There's a house on the hill. She's living there still. Rooms are full of pictures black and white. So the story goes, she lives alone. Her company is framed in monochrome. She keeps them alive long after they've died. No one ever knows until they're gone. Stand still evermore. Pose for eternity with me. Your soul on my wall. Love is a camera full of Memories. I once went to a house when I was Young. The spell to be her subject was too strong. Now from here behind glass, I see mortals pass. Flies caught in a secret web she's spun. Stand still evermore. Pose for eternity with me. Your soul on my wall. Love is a camera full of Memories. Every photograph is a cenotaph. Won't you stay here a while? In the flesh you'll see you belong to me. All I need is a smile. Stand still evermore. Pose for eternity with me. Your soul on my wall. Love is a camera full of memories. Stand still evermore. Pose for eternity with me. Your soul on my wall. Love is a camera full of Memories. Run, run away from the house on the hill. There's a witch in the house and she's living There still. Run, run away from the house on the hill. There's a witch in the house and she's living There still.