They say the camera never lies
And question what you have to hide
It all depends upon your point of view
The secret is a feint, disguise
To pixellate, re-analyse
Developing and processing the true

Night after night
The watcher sets his phase
In artificial light
All outside in his gaze

He's seeing red on a lonely street
The shuffle of your shoes
The profile of your body heat
Will rise out of the blues

They say the camera never lies
And then question what you have to hide
It all depends upon your point of view
Their secret is a feint, disguise
To pixellate, re-analyse
Developing and processing the true

Day after day
The listener scans the wires
For signs that will betray
Your undisclosed desires

He'll read the thoughts that you expose
And search between the lines
Extrapolate and diagnose
A star amongst the signs

You see the camera never lies
And so they question what you have to hide
It all depends upon your point of view
The photographs are faked, disguised
Interpolate, re-analyse,
Develop and re-process, there's your "truth"

It's all in the machines
We're oiling the machines
Pandora's box of dreams