Dream Of Picasso

Tonight I shall sleep with the ghost of Picasso

And I'll draw the arms of the city close around us

'That one he died' I'll tell him, and he'll say

'So did I it's no big thing'

And he'll paint a blue halo round my head

And then he'll slip cool and calm beside me in my bed

And he'll say, come on, come on

Tonight I shall sleep with the knowledge and freedom

That the one who comes will be wanting only me

And when he does, that river, will flow across the moon

A silent stream

And he'll tell me that he loves me just the same

And that he's dreamt about me dancing in the falling rain

And he'll say, he'll say come on, come on