I look at photographs of you

Sweat and shame till the sun comes through

I think of things I ought not to



I've hung your memory on the wall

A life-size portrait ten feet tall

I feel my skin begin to crawl



Suddenly I see you take a breath

And out of the cameras you come through

Is it you



Must be my imagination

Must be my imagination



Must be the shock waves of the moon

The entertainment of a lonely room

The devil playing that same old tune



'Cause something strange is happening to me

Feel in the land of make believe

Please look me up and swallow the key



'Cause I feel your fingers running through my hair

I feel the human touch of you



Must be my imagination

Must be my imagination