Lyrics:

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

And the holy words of love and reverence
Fell before 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

And the holy words of love and reverence
Who fell before the floods of Florence

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
The spectacular show is on
Thirsty for thrills
The fountain is filled with dreams of the dawn

And the holy words of love and reverence
Have fallen to the floods of Florence

The troubadour comes from the country, falls by the factory
Sliding on simple strings
Armed with his anger, he sings of the danger
He senses a stranger is in the wings
But the fledgling has learned to fly
All of the innocence leaves his eyes
Echoes explode
Rolled from the road the melody dies

And the holy words of love and reverence
Fell before the floods of Florence