Photograph

Well, I'm in the photograph

Words, frozen, will thaw when I am
A universe, gravitate, orchestrate
I'm in the photograph

Wasted, I am better shut up
Blind labors the blind and I am
Throw me 'round spin upon your finger
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hang me up, hang me up
I'm in the photograph
When I'm alone and the world is a fist
I'm in the photograph
If there's a crease in my face over time
And if you want make me dance

Larger than life, meanwhile
Oh, I'm in the photograph, hey, yeah
Well, I'm in the photograph, hey
I'm in the photograph

Well, I am fearless
Free from all the picture perfect
I'm in the photograph
Picture this
Rifle through, find a very nice one
There's plenty more where that came from

And if you want take your time
And spin the sky surrounding
And a frame is quite confining
And spin the sky surrounding
Well, I am weightless
Unwilling to uncover my eyes