A picture of her
so nervous it shakes on the page
the deep end look of a child
half her age
she's part of a strange light
that falls and skips
falls and skips onto the lens

Is that a come-on, is that a look meant for someone
Is that a come-on, is that a look meant for someone

A picture of her
so tired it hangs off the page
the weekend look of a stepchild
out of his cage
she's part of a white light
that worms it's way
worms it's way onto the lens

Is that a come-on, is that a look meant for someone
Is that a come-on, is that a look meant for someone

The bloody smear of the flashbulb
in the bathroom
the rusty plug for the bathtub
dangling at her feet
the ferris wheel churns in the dark
till the summer creaks around
down the valley, where the midway sleeps
down in the valley, where the midway sleeps
down in the valley

(instrumental)

She's part of a white light
that worms it's way
worms it's way onto the lens

Is that a come-on, is that a look meant for someone
Is that a come-on, is that a look meant for someone
other than me