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-Élysées 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 feeling Now without a meaning 'Cause I'm on my back, on my back again Looking at a hole in the ceiling I, I 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 --- Art Exhibit - Young the Giant