Watching you, from a room with a view
Seeing past the looking glass to, spy on you
Curtains have been drawn, can’t see the photos I’m taking
The break of dawn, my camera’s iris is opening wide
A prying eye, which there is nowhere to hide
I guess that’s why

When I go into the dark room
I develop you and you fix me
Work inside the room
To expose all that I can see
Dark inside the room
The photographs are all I need
Come out of the room

Look at you, from the room with a view
Through the glass, I look vast at what you do
Watch what you put on, and what you take off of your body
A peeping tom, to watch the rain slide down the window pane
A chance to capture every moving frame,
Best place to hide…

But when I look at the pictures
I don’t get the view that I need
Look at the pictures
To crashing sounds of breaking panes
Look at the pictures
One way to get the view I need
Not from the pictures
It’s what I see, from the room with a view.