I can hold you all together, you won’t fall
With the troops that we assembled, and the bond we forged
Though the sketch is getting old now, the cracks don’t show

Time won’t change a thing when I’m gone
Don’t grip the wheel too tightly, my son
Everything you need is done
I would’ve thought you’d won by now
Oh no, no, no…

I have known no other method
So don’t presume there’s wisdom
When all that I am is time now (?)
And the cold
The fruition in the details
‘sall that drives me

Time won’t change a thing when I’m gone
Don’t grip the wheel too tightly my son
Everything you need is done
I would’ve thought you’d won by now
Oh no no, oh no, no, no…

I am not the picture, now I…
I am not the picture, now I…
I am not the picture, now I…
I am not the picture, now I…
I am the frame
I am not the picture, now I…
I am the frame
I am not the picture, now I…
I am the frame