Last Frame Lyrics - The Quiet Zone/the Pleasure Dome - Van Der Graaf Generator

Pretty keen, yes, my hobby keeps me busy 

And if I talk to myself, what's the 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 

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 

Fixing memory chemically 

Holding time on the stop clock 

Hanging back from that last frame 

Just in case it didn't show you 

In the way I used to know you 

I thought you'd always stay the same 

(But you won't) 

Oh, the red light, the silver, the black and the bromide 

The silence, the waiting for overview 

The past seems under exposed, low tide 

But 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