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