I was looking at the black and white world. It seemed so exciting. If you'd only put me back to back with that girl. When the night's inviting. With just a little lighting. There'll never be days like that again. When I was just a boy and men were men. You never go from moment to moment. You're the living double of a single fiction. You're very colourful with your compliments. As you feel the finger's friction. It's a freeze-frame. Still it's real life. You don't want to look. Cause you've seen the film and you've read the book. I was looking at the black and white world. Trying to name some pin-up. Those days she was just a beautiful girl. Now she's framed and hung up. I thought she was young. Up until I saw her last night in close detail. Though they all fade away when you're so pale. It's more than just a physical attraction. It starts with a face and ends up a fixation. But you're never gonna feel a fraction. Of the way it used to work on your imagination. When you were looking at the black and white world.... .