The Floods Of Florence

G
Picasso leans out of the window, looks out on the ghetto
Am
Changing the shapes he sees.
D
His old friend El Greco, soon is expected,
G
Now just an echo of Spanish seas.
Em
And outside, the people stare;
Am
Wondering what's going on in there!
D G
Tossing the dice; they pay the price, so they can compare.

CHORUS:
Am D G /Em
And the holy (words/works?) of love and reverence
C Bm E
Fell beneath the floods of Florence.

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)

Griffith pulls out his whiskey; the mad room is misty
Covered with yesterdays.
The girl is so pretty, she asks for a memory.
He touches her knee and she fades away.
But the box office line is long;