Museums In Decline

Standing in
The museum
The one between fifth and sixth
Strange to see
The masterpiece
«The Persistence of Memory»
There’s really nothing there
At all
At all
There’s really nothing there
At all
At all
That portrait
I thought I’d get
The one that’s called «Forbidden Fruit»
Stupid name in a gilded frame
There was something there
There was something good
Sometimes there’s nothing there
At all
At all
Sometimes there’s nothing there
At all
At all
Oh
The fun collapses every time
Just like life
I read in bed at night
The fun collapses every time
But it’s all right
I hear there’s more to life
That booklet
I thought I’d write
Our long weekend last June
Chateau-sur-Mer and the ocean air
Marble House, The Breakers, and you
The words were there, then they were not there
At all
At all
The words were there, then they were not there
At all
At all
The fun collapses every time
Just like life
I read in bed at night
The fun collapses every time
But it’s all right
I hear there’s more to life
The fun collapses every time
Just like life
I read in bed at night
The fun collapses every time
But it’s all right
I hear there’s more to life