To catch yourself
In a still frame accidental
To find yourself
Paused mid-motion long ago
Being yourself
Not this self that's so fragmented
Someone long since reinvented
Recalling how our fingers trembled
As the life that we assembled
Fades from sane to sentimental
And we again are what we resembled
In that frame

In that frame
There is heartbreak there is laughter
In that frame
She sees us and she smiles
In that frame
We become forever after
Crystal memories telegraphed there
Rock the walls and shake the rafters
As she dances past disaster
Like some demon photographed her
Spinning fast and falling faster
In that frame

In that frame
There is sadness there is terror
In that frame
No one here gets out alive
In that frame
Oh, the boutique of human error
Seven faces in the mirror
Reach out from a bygone era
On a surrealist hegira
Lost inside our own chimera
Like a not so secret sharer
In that frame

In that frame
All the Mysteries are in motion
In that frame
Burnham comes to Dunsinane
In that frame
We sometimes have great notions
Living out the vast explosion
Out of which we all are woven
Called but rarely chosen
Cold but never frozen
In utter fear and loathing
In that frame

In that frame
We spawn as rank beginners
In that frame
We have seen the world to come
In that frame
We have all been marked as sinners
In a box designed by Skinner
A ghost who came to dinner
Thin and getting thinner
Chanting Ich bin ein Berliner
We're the rocking horsest winners
In that frame

Hmmmm
Hmmmm