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