Art Exhibit
I, I saw a picture of you todayAt an art exhibitOn memory laneYou wore those bells we found on Champs-ElyseesFramed like the golden mastersForgotten all these yearsPouring like rainA true thought appearsOh, the genius of painWithout a namePouring like rain
Cause I'm on my back, on my back againWords we had to describe the same feelingNow without a meaningCause I'm on my back, on my back againLooking at a hole in the ceiling
I, I watched the movie of you todaySilver screen adapted from my thoughts on BroadwayYou saved the world; we lived in such harmonyBlockbuster sales in twelve countriesRemembered all these yearsFalling like rainA truth that appearsOh, the genius of pain, oh
Cause I'm on my back, on my back againWords we had to describe the same feelingNow without a meaningCause I'm on my back, on my back againLooking at a hole in the ceiling