Down the row of empty metal chairs/There’s only polished light/My bad side/The photographer at his best I reach back to touch/And wait for her to undress/I reach back to touch/And wait for her to undress Escape this picture of me/Where nothing can be seen/Broken light/My silhouette/Against herI reach back to touch/And wait for her to undress/I reach back to touch/And wait for her to undress. 
She doesn’t accept/Thinks I need something else/As I reach back to touch/And wait for her to undress A long way back/Holding to her light/Her hands on me/Reaching back to accept/My bad side/She reaches to caress