[Intro] dim       add9 [Verse 1] 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    [Chorus] 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                [Instrumental]     dim       [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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