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