A Second Song

7-23-05
2:53 p.m.

The Verve Pipe – Photograph

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 labours the blind
And I am unwilling to uncover my eyes

If there’s a crease in my face over time
Rifle through, find a very nice one
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, I’m in the photograph