All the rowboats, in the paintings, They keep trying to row away And the captain's worried faces stay contorted and staring at the waves They'll keep hanging, in their gold frames, for forever, forever and a day All the rowboats, in the oil paintings, they keep trying to row away, row away Hear them whispering French and German, Dutch, Italian, and Latin While no one's looking, I touch a sculpture Marble, cold, and soft as satin But the most special are the most lonely God I pity the violins In glass coffins, they keep coughing They've forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing La da da da da, la da da da da, da First there's lights out, then there's lockup Masterpieces serving maximum sentences Its their own fault for being (timeless), there's a price to pay and a consequence All the galleries, the museums, here's your ticket welcome to the tombs They're just public mausoleums, the living dead fill every room But the most special are the most lonely God I pity the violins In glass coffins, they keep coughing They've forgotten forgotten how to sing They will stay there, in their gold frames, for forever, forever and a day All the rowboats, in the oil paintings, they keep trying to row away, row away First there's lights out, then there's lock up Masterpieces serving maximum sentences Its their own fault for being timeless, there's a price to pay and a consequence All the galleries, the museums, they will stay there forever and a day All the rowboats, in the oil paintings, they keep trying to row away, row away All the rowboats, in the oil paintings, they keep trying to row away, row away La da da da da, la da da da da, da
I LOVE THIS SONGGGGGGG
