I I saw a picture of you today



At an art exhibit

On memory lane



You wore those pearls we found on Champs Elysees



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