Picasso Songtext / Lyric

Portrait a man of the past

Future secured by the stroke of a brush

Curled around the warm feel of the paint

That he trusted so well

Set seal on the artist's reply

Relayed through the portrait

Assessed through the language

Of love and emotion, it's true

So Picasso lies still, lies still



Distance, confusion attained

Relies on the artist to sign all the portions

As neatly as facts of clay

That were started so well

And so you may find the recluse

As busy as days that beset him to paint

All the sorrow and pain

And the future and wars, sad but true

So Picasso lies still, lies still lies still