Last Frame Paroles

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.

The red light, the silver,
the black and the bromide;
the silence, the waiting for overview....
The past seems under-exposed, low tide, is a right one to choose....

But then
I only have a negative of you.