[Verse 1]
Picasso leans out of the window, looks out on the ghetto
Changing the shapes he sees
His old friend El Greco soon is expected
Now just an echo of Spanish seas
And outside, the people stare
Wondering what's going on in there
Tossing the dice
They pay the price so they can compare
[Chorus]
And the holy words of love and reverence
Fell before the floods of Florence
[Verse 2]
The shop girls go out to the galleries spending their salaries
To see if they catch a hold
They meet an old master, like some unknown lover
For some unknown reason he's never old
And the auctioneer clears his throat
What am I bid for this bottled boat?
A tap on the rail
Sunk with a sail but soon she's afloat
[Chorus]
And the holy words of love and reverence
Who fell before the floods of Florence
Picasso leans out of the window, looks out on the ghetto
Changing the shapes he sees
His old friend El Greco soon is expected
Now just an echo of Spanish seas
And outside, the people stare
Wondering what's going on in there
Tossing the dice
They pay the price so they can compare
[Chorus]
And the holy words of love and reverence
Fell before the floods of Florence
[Verse 2]
The shop girls go out to the galleries spending their salaries
To see if they catch a hold
They meet an old master, like some unknown lover
For some unknown reason he's never old
And the auctioneer clears his throat
What am I bid for this bottled boat?
A tap on the rail
Sunk with a sail but soon she's afloat
[Chorus]
And the holy words of love and reverence
Who fell before the floods of Florence
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