Art Exhibit

I, I saw a picture of you today

At an art exhibit on Memory Lane

You wore those bells we found on Champs-Elysees

Framed like the golden masters

Forgotten all these years, pouring like rain, a truth that appears

Oh, the genius of pain

Without a name

Pouring like rain

'Cause I'm on my back, on my back again

Words we had to describe the same feelin'

Now without a meanin'

'Cause I'm on my back, on my back again

Looking at a hole in the ceilin'

Oh

I, I watched a movie of you today

Silver screen, adapted from my thoughts on Broadway

You saved my world, we lived in such harmony

Blockbuster sales in 12 countries, remembered all these years

Falling like rain, a truth that appears

Oh, the genius of pain

Oh

'Cause I'm on my back, on my back again

Words we had to describe the same feelin'

Now without a meanin'

'Cause I'm on my back, on my back again

Looking at a hole in the ceilin'