Photograph

If you want beautiful, pitiful, have me in a pictureand if you want make me dance, throw me round spin upon your fingerBlind labors the blind and I am unwilling to uncover my eyesAnd if you want take your time rifle through, find a very nice oneif there's a crease in my face over time, there's plenty more where that came fromWords, frozen, will thaw when I am wasted, I am better shut upand a frame is quite confining, hang me up...hang me upI'm in the photographWhen I'm alone and the world is a fist, I am weightlessa universe, gravitate, orchestrate, I am fearlessand spin, the sky surrounding free from all the picture perfectand spin the sky surrounding, larger than life, meanwhile