Photograph

If you want beautiful, pitiful
Have me in a picture
And if you want make me dance, throw me round
Spin upon your finger

Blind labors the blind and I am
Unwilling to uncover my eyes

And if you want take your time rifle through
Find a very nice one
If there's a crease in my face over time
There's plenty more where that came from

Words, frozen, will thaw when I am
Wasted, I am better shut up
And a frame is quite confining
Hang me up, hang me up

I'm in the photograph
I'm in the photograph
I'm in the photograph

When I'm alone and the world is a fist
I am weightless
A universe, gravitate, orchestrate
I am fearless

And spin, the sky surrounding
Free from all the picture perfect
And spin the sky surrounding
Larger than life, meanwhile

I'm in the photograph
I'm in the photograph
I'm in the photograph

I'm in the photograph
I'm in the photograph
I'm in the photograph