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 [unverified] of love and reverence   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      And the holy [unverified] of love and reverence   Fell beneath 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 [unverified] of love and reverence   Fell beneath 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 eye   Echoes explode, rolled from the road   The melody dies      And the holy [unverified] of love and reverence   Fell beneath the floods of Florence