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`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 longing
what can you do
they`re all gone and we`ll go too