winter morning black as any night 
landscape held in time under the ice 
There's a house on the hill 
She's living there still 
Rooms are full of pictures black and white 

So the story goes, she lives alone  [bad word] is framed in monochrome 
She keeps them alive 
Long after they've died 
No one ever knows until they're gone 

Stand still evermore 
Pose for eternity with me 
Your soul on my wall 
Love is a camera full of memories 

I once went to her door when I was young 
The spell to be her subject was too strong 
Now from here behind glass 
I see more fools pass 
Flies caught in the secret web she's spun 

Stand still evermore 
Pose for eternity with me 
Your soul on my wall 
Love is a camera full of memories 

Every photograph is a cenotaph 
Won't you stay here a while 
In a flash you'll see, you belong to me 
All I need is a smile 

Stand still evermore 
Pose for eternity with me 
Your soul on my wall 
Love is a camera full of memories