pornoghrapher's dream

Singer:suzanne vega

she's a pornographer's dream

he said. i knew what he meant. but it made me imagine: what kind of a dream

he would have

that hadn't been spent?

would he still dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high?

what he saw so much of?

wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never

could quite get the touch of?

it's out of his hands

over his head

out of his reach

under this real life

hidden in veils

covered in silk

he's dreaming of what might be

out of his hands

over his head

out of his reach

under this real life

hidden in veils

he's dreaming of mystery. bettie page is still the rage

with her legs and leather;

she turns to tease the camera

and please us at home

and we let her. who's to know what she'll show of herself

in what measure?

if what she reveals

or what she conceals

is the key to our pleasure?

it's out of our hands

over our heads

out of our reach

under this real life

hidden in veils

covered in silk

we're dreaming of what might be

it's out of our hands

over our heads

out of our reach

under this real life

hidden in veils

we're dreaming of mystery. she's a pornographer's dream

he said. i knew what he meant. but it made me imagine: what kind of a dream

he would have?

Lyric Context: pornoghrapher's dream - suzanne vega