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