New love plants a seed Old house in the trees Ambitions, transitions Roll up your sleeves One by one, the layers peel back This room is the perfect photograph Nineteen sixty-three All eyes on the screen So pretty, oh pity So hard to believe One by one, the layers peel back (now back away) This room is the perfect photograph (by light of day) Throw shutters, cover up the cracks (the truth is free) This room is the perfect photograph (this tale) One by one, the layers peel back (now back away) This room is the perfect photograph (by light of day) Throw shutters, cover up the cracks (the truth is free) This room is the perfect photograph (this tale) Of a murder