Mystery Party

Put your hand on my thigh

Feel tripod legs

There's an aperture

Where the light refracts, reflects

Look into my eyes, they're lashes on a lens

Look into my eyes, they're lashes on a lens

Let me pan around your mis-en-scene

Lift your skirts, hertz by hertz

Lift your skirts, hertz by hertz

In the camera obscura

I'll see you again

You re-appear

Frame by frame

You're the natural, optical, phenomena

On the other side

You're out of focus, but you can't hide

If there's a man around

Who thinks he has eyes

He can't see

To no surprise

In the camera obscura I see you again

You re-appear, frame by frame

You're the natural, optical, phenomena

You're out of focus, but you can't hide