Picasso Gotcha Down Lyrics - Singles - The Ripples

Heuser/Pierce 

There's someone in my ceiling at night 

And I want to help her 

I want to tell her all about my youth 

But something in the way her hair's tied 

She's not about to stay 

I've got no cards to play when her belly is full 

And it seems 

That the sum of her dreams 

Was less than a scene with her lover 

I see her shoulder's sullen sinking 

And I want to help her 

Don't want to sell her any one of my friends 

But she just asks what I'm drinking 

And goes off to get herself the same 

And though I'm circling the drain I'll follow her 

Round the bender 

Oh the tempest 

Oh the soft and metal ground 

And I know that I don't say what I'm thinking 

I know that I'm just a flimsy old fool 

And when you see you're not Picasso 

When your excitement fades 

Passing the time plays no marching snare for you 

And when you back breaks from laughter 

When your smile shines with spite 

For every whisper-ridden night that normally haunts you 

Write it in gemstone 

Put it where it can breathe 

I know that I don't say what I'm thinking 

I know that I'm just a flimsy old fool