Photograph

And 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 Well, I'm in the photograph, hey Picture this When I'm alone and the world is a fist Well, I am weightless A universe, gravitate, orchestrate Well, 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 Well, I'm in the photograph Oh, I'm in the photograph, hey, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm in the photograph I'm in the photograph Oh, I'm in the photograph, hey yeah