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
