歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Blue hour hits the window pane Vines are choking out the rain Neon flickers, dying light Shadows stretching into night Ticket booth is locked and grey Nobody has come today [Pre-Chorus] I trace the glass with fingertips Silent words upon my lips The taxidermy starts to breathe I am not ready yet to leave [Chorus] Oh, this museum of the small Pictures hanging on the wall Every version I have been Trapped inside a velvet scene I can hear them humming low Places that I used to know Wired tight and kept on show [Post-Chorus] Humming low, humming low Where did all the versions go? Humming low, humming low Caught within the blue hour glow [Verse] Diorama number three That was seven-year-old me Plastic trees and paper snow Where did all that wonder go? Fuzzy xylophone is playing Ghostly voices softly praying [Pre-Chorus] Dust is dancing in the air I can see my ribbon there Faded blue and frayed at ends Broken toys and former friends [Chorus] Oh, this museum of the small Pictures hanging on the wall Every version I have been Trapped inside a velvet scene I can hear them humming low Places that I used to know Wired tight and kept on show [Bridge] They say the past is dead and gone But I still hear the siren song I won't let the shadows win I'll stay here where I begin Let the sub-bass rumble deep While the town is fast asleep [Hook] I am here I am still here In the dust In the clear I am here I am still here [Chorus] Oh, this museum of the small Pictures hanging on the wall Every version I have been Trapped inside a velvet scene I can hear them humming low Places that I used to know Wired tight and kept on show [Post-Chorus] Humming low, humming low Where did all the versions go? Humming low, humming low Caught within the blue hour glow [Outro]
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