Sliding on simple strings
All of the innocence leaves his eye
Thirsty for thrills, the fountain is filled
But the fledgling has learned to fly
And the holy [unverified] of love and reverence
And the holy [unverified] of love and reverence
The shop girls go out to the galleries, spending their salaries
His old friend El Greco, soon is expected
To see if they catch a hold
Armed with his anger, he sings of the danger
A tap on the rail, sunk with a sail
Tossing the dice, they pay the price
But soon she's afloat
Griffith pulls out his whiskey, the mad room is misty
Fell beneath the floods of Florence
And outside, the people stare
Fell beneath the floods of Florence
Wondering what's going on in there
For some unknown reason he's never old
And the holy [unverified] of love and reverence
The girl is so pretty, she asks for a memory
And the auctioneer clears his throat
He senses a stranger is in the wings
Now just an echo of Spanish seas
Fell beneath the floods of Florence
Covered with yesterdays
The spectacular show is on
The troubadour comes from the country, falls by the factory
What am I bid for this bottled boat?
But the box office line is long
The melody dies
They meet an old master, like some unknown lover
With dreams of the dawn
So they can compare
He touches her knee and she fades away
And the holy [unverified] of love and reverence
Echoes explode, rolled from the road
