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



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