Paroles de Art Exhibit

I, I saw a picture of you today At an art exhibit On memory lane You wore those pearls we found on Champs-Élysées Framed like the golden masters Forgotten all these years Pouring like rain A true thought 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 feeling Now without a meaning Cause I'm on my back, on my back again Looking at a hole in the ceiling I, I watched the movie of you today Silver screen adapted from my thoughts on Broadway You saved the world; we lived in such harmony Blockbuster sales in twelve 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 feeling Now without a meaning Cause I'm on my back, on my back again Looking at a hole in the ceiling