All the rowboats, in the paintings,
they keep trying to row away.
And the captains, worried faces stay
contorted and staring at the waves.
They'll keep hanging in their gold frames
for forever, forever and a day
All the rowboats in oil paintings, they keep trying to row away,
row away.

Hear the whispering, French and German,
Dutch Italian and Latin.
When no-ones looking, I touch a sculpture,
marble, gold and soft as satin.

But the most special are the most lonely,
God I pity the violins.
In glass coffins, they keep coughing,
they've forgot, forgotten how to sing,
how to sing.

La da dada da
La da dada da
hOh

First there's lights out, then there's lock UP.
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault for being timeless,
there's a price to pay and a consequence.
All the galleries, the museums,
Here's your ticket, welcome to the tombs.
There just public mausoleums
The living dead fill every room.

But the most special are the most lonely,
God I pity the violins.
In glass coffins, they keep coughing,
they've forgotten, forgotten how to sing,

They will hang there, in their gold frames
for forever, forever and a day.
All the rowboats in oil paintings,
they keep trying to row away,
row away.

First there's lights out, then there's lock UP.
Masterpieces serving maximum sentences
It's their own fault for being timeless,
there's a price to pay and a consequence.
All the galleries, the museums,
they will stay there for forever and a day.

All the rowboats in oil paintings,
they keep trying to row away,
row away.
All the rowboats in oil paintings,
they keep trying to row away,
row away.