Picasso Says

 

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