Young the Giant - Art Exhibit lyrics

I, I saw a picture of you today At an art exhibit on memory lane You wore those bells we found on Champs-Elysees Framed like the golden masters Forgotten all these years Pouring like rain A truth that appears Oh, the genius of pain Without a name Pouring like rain Cause I'm on my back, on my back again Words we had to describe the same feeling Now without a meaning Cause I'm on my back, on my back again Looking at a hole in the ceiling I, I watched the movie of you today Silver screen Adapted from my thoughts on Broadway You saved the world We lived in such harmony Blockbuster sales in twelve countries Remembered all these years Falling like rain A truth that appears Oh, the genius of pain, oh Cause I'm on my back, on my back again Words we had to describe the same feeling Now without a meaning Cause I'm on my back, on my back again Looking at a hole in the ceiling