To boldly clap
In a room full of nothing
You never know
It could be one of those
Poignant evenings
Museum's locked
And it's long since past closing
You cannot know
You cannot not know
What you're knowing
What can you do
They've all gone and we'll go too
What can you do
They've all gone and we'll go too
The curtain climbs
Over me every morning
I don't know why
I'm so immunized
Against reforming
To coldly slap
At a face full of nothing
You never know
It could've been one of those
Looks of longing
In a room full of nothing
You never know
It could be one of those
Poignant evenings
Museum's locked
And it's long since past closing
You cannot know
You cannot not know
What you're knowing
What can you do
They've all gone and we'll go too
What can you do
They've all gone and we'll go too
The curtain climbs
Over me every morning
I don't know why
I'm so immunized
Against reforming
To coldly slap
At a face full of nothing
You never know
It could've been one of those
Looks of longing
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