Frame

I used to be a picture on your wall

You'd look at me everyday

No I'm locked up with nowhere to go

You've taken me out of your frame

A masterpiece rolled under a bed

What are your hands going to say

Do the walls shiver now they're bare?

Do the brass hooks ache for weight?

Get out your pens and draw me again

You can make it up

Make me young make me dance

Give me all that I want

What am I if I'm not looked at by you?

Will I disappear?

Will the colours stay brighter in the dark?

Is this just like being preserved?

Look at that picture on a hotel wall

Seen by lonely eyes

Don't go into hotels looking for dreams

Don't go into them with thoughts of your life

Get out your pens and draws me again

You can make it up

Make me young make me dance

Give me all that I want