Picasso says there’s nothing to it really
The words fall from the sky
Catch as many as you need tonight
And what he says seldom makes sense to me
But means everything to me at the same time
Does that sound strange, it’s just the way it is
When he talks I listen to him and when he’s still I sleep
And what Picasso says is fine by me
Like coloured waves the words crash all around me
Picasso’s break before they reach the ground
Is that so strange so hard to understand
When he talks I listen to him and when he’s still I sleep
And what Picasso says is fine by me
Picasso says there’s nothing to it really
And what he says seldom makes sense to me
The words fall from the sky
They’re falling on all sides
When he talks I listen to him and when he’s still I sleep
And what Picasso says is fine by me
Picasso says
Picasso says
Picasso says
Picasso says