It´s the weight I´m trying To get inside the frame I´ve been painting a fat man He´s big and fat and heavy As a man can be
But he´s been floating away, floating away He´s been floating away from me
In the mirror my withering skin Is a thorny pleasure I stand unflinching And I mark each crease and sting My brush my wooden flail My ancient thresher As unforgiving time flays everything
It´s the truth I´m trying To get inside the frame Now I´m painting myself naked But I need a pair of boots About as heavy as boots can be Or I´d be floating away, floating away I´d be floating away from me
And every thorn sends thistledown Drifting all around And floating away, floating away Floating away from me