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