The Museum Of You

I reach the turnstile, show my ticket
And walk on through
The past is on display
Where nothing’s ever new
I wander the galleries all works period Blue
I’m a regular visitor to the Museum Of You

The conservation of counterfeits
Lies that I’ve told true
And your eyes they follow me still around these rooms
But your face behind a glass case, can’t hurt me like the way it used to do
And I’m a regular visitor to the Museum Of You

I stare at your enigmatic smile
Still looking for a clue
Of why you put me through what you used to do
My heart’s a caged animal pacing inside this zoo
Feels like I’m locked in the Museum Of You

Passed on past glories that I continue to cling to
Stolen fragments of someone I pretend I knew
There’s no dearer era to which I stick like glue
I’m a regular visitor to the Museum Of You

Security they sweep the floor
Closing time’s due
They guide me to the nearest exit
Urge me to walk through
Reluctant, I linger
What else can I do?
But wander the halls
In The Museum Of You

A foggy day in London town
I’m feeling increasingly down
I wander round and round and round
Looking for the entrance to
The Museum Of You

Never mind infinity, this trial is overdue
You’re the principal artefact that cut my heart in two
Evidence needs taking down and placed in a storage room
It’s time to close down the Museum Of You