All the Rowboats

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.