come inside my mausoleum light a candle on the pathway to my casket room step on through rusty iron archways where a pigeon lays that died without his lover so strange and beautiful how you gaze upon my bones a mistake a tragedy since we missed each other by a century they took my clothes and sent to a museum all i am is dust and a handlebar mustachio they took my guns and horse and swords for history but they kindly left a photograph of you and me your dress so beautiful on those cliffs that took your soul though i reached for you as you drifted out to sea since we missed each other by a century your fine lips i would kiss you again so don t be frightened by my skeleton i d kill to touch your soft bony hands but i can t because this is my lover s century so strange and beautiful how you gaze upon my bones before you leave me out to sea i ll visit your bones next century1