Well I am walking in the museum of modern love
I am talking in the museum of modern love
In the museum of modern love
Well I am all alone in the shadows
I am all alone in the dark
In the museum of modern love
Where cattle are calling and bees are buzzing
Down the walls of the palisade
In the museum of modern love
In the museum of modern love
Where our hearts are art on display
And they are kept inside glass cabinets
Waiting for a visitor to pay
To see them in the museum of modern love
In the museum of modern love
You can see them, you can look but do not touch them
Yes you can see them every day
And the liars/Lyres are calling in the shadows of the walls
And cherubims are singing as their plaster friezes fall
From the museum of modern of love
Where the paintings are hung down the darkened halls
And the thunderbolts of ancient Gods
Crack and splinter the backs of winter wonder statues
And the pairs of footless shoes, and handless gloves
Stand or lie on plinths where majestic black horses trod
In the museum of modern love
In the museum of modern love
Venus has grown back her arms
And she is in the arms of Mars
Who's stolen hearts and cars
And the policewoman is throwing
Off her uniform
And Mr Universe is looking at David's statue
Like he is no good at sport
As if love is just pumping blood
Through an Iron heart
In the museum of modern love
And the curator is pulling down the curtains
Crying let the light shine in
And the dust particles settle on the quantum heart
Who says am I here or am I not?
Am I the air or the arrow shot?
Am I a wave or am I a dart?
In the museum of modern love
And so take your ticket and come on in
But keep your coat on, for the cold gets in
And the men falter, and the women win
In the museum of modern love
Where Picasso's poltergeist is thin
And slips between the paper leaves of the magazines
That are left on table tops in the gift shop
Where you can buy back a postcard of your heart
On your way out of the museum of modern love
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