A song for when all we can see are the bodies.
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Story behind the song
Submission for Sunday Song Writers Group Year 6, Week 43.
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Flesh tones
Seductive lines
Parade of new paintings line the walls
Of a gallery of hands and knees
An insatiable collection
Yet around the corner
If the curator could pry away his eyes he'd find
A missing frame
Alarms and lights
And that's why I'm
Chorus:
Riding in a cab with a stolen Picasso
No one in pursuit
No one seems to notice
My daring escape with the Head of a Woman
The Head of a Woman
No
Verse 2:
Subtle shades
Abstract lines
Every day there's always something new to find
It's like a dive into a pool of soft and golden pretty things
[Chorus]
Bridge:
Would you notice if her head had walked away?
Would you notice the empty frame?
Have you noticed that she's walked away?
[Chorus]