1 Intro: | | | | | (x3) 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      | | | | | Fade Out