All The Rowboats
All the rowboats in the paintingsThey keep trying to row awayAnd the captains’ worried facesStay contorted and staring at the wavesThey’ll keep hanging in their gold framesFor forever, forever and a dayAll the rowboats in the oil paintingsThey keep trying to row away, row away
Hear them whispering French and GermanDutch, Italian, and LatinWhen no one’s looking I touch a sculptureMarble, cold and soft as satinBut the most special are the most lonelyGod, I pity the violinsIn glass coffins they keep coughingThey’ve forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing
First there’s lights out, then there’s lock upMasterpieces serving maximum sentencesIt’s their own fault for being timelessThere’s a price to pay and a consequenceAll the galleries, the museumsHere’s your ticket, welcome to the tombsThey’re just public mausoleumsThe living dead fill every roomBut the most special are the most lonelyGod, I pity the violinsIn glass coffins they keep coughingThey’ve forgotten, forgotten how to sing
They will stay there in their gold framesFor forever, forever and a dayAll the rowboats in the oil paintingsThey keep trying to row away, row away
First there’s lights out, then there’s lock upMasterpieces serving maximum sentencesIt’s their own fault for being timelessThere’s a price to pay and a consequenceAll the galleries, the museumsThey will stay there forever and a dayAll the rowboats in the oil paintingsThey keep trying to row away, row awayAll the rowboats in the oil paintingsThey keep trying to row away, row away…