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