to boldly clap in a room full of nothing you never know it could be one of those poignant evenings museum s locked and it s long since past closing you cannot know you cannot not know what you re knowing what can you do they ve all gone and we ll go too what can you do they ve 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 longing what can you do they ve all gone and we ll go too what can you do they ve all gone and we ll go too what can you do they ve all gone and we ll go too what can you do they ve all gone and we ll go too we ll go too we ll go too we ll go too we ll go too