Art Exhibit - Young the Giant

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 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