To boldly clap in a room
Full of nothing
You never know
It could be one of those
Poigant evenings
Museum's locked
And it's long past closing
You cannot know
You cannot not know
What you're knowing
What can you do
They're 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 long
What can you do
They're all gone
And we'll go too