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The millennia give way to the glittering moment as night settles into a great museum.
Marble holds its breath all day
Under glass the centuries lay
Latin tags and dust in beams
The dead lie quiet in their dreams
Then the doors give up a sigh
Heels come ringing, voices high
Three thousand years look up to see
The living in their finery
[Chorus]
Museum nightlife, the halls are waking up
Sequins by the sarcophagus, champagne in a plastic cup
Museum nightlife, the past can only stare
While the future films itself and hangs it in the air
We’re all relics come the morning, so hold the pose, hold the pose
Museum nightlife, the marble never knows
[Verse 2]
Pharaoh’s got a velvet rope, the Venus got a sponsor’s name
Every arm’s a tripod now, every face is in a frame
Canapés on silver trays beside a Bronze Age bowl
Everybody’s curating something they call their soul
Stiff collars and bare shoulders drift from room to room
Bright loud laughter landing on a Roman tomb
[Chorus]
Museum nightlife, the halls are waking up
Sequins by the sarcophagus, champagne in a plastic cup
Museum nightlife, the past can only stare
While the future films itself and hangs it in the air
We’re all relics come the morning, so hold the pose, hold the pose
Museum nightlife, the marble never knows
[Verse 3]
A rhythm and a beat and some lyrics half-remembered
Calling to a summer that slipped away one September
Nobody knows the verses, everybody knows the hook
Every mouth is moving, every eye is on the look
The suits jerk on their hinges, the gowns swing on the beat
Like mannequins remembering they used to have feet
And the statues watch it all with their eyes rubbed blank
Wondering which of us goes in the next glass tank
[Bridge]
And at every corner, feathered girls are posed
Bare legs, painted faces, holding still like they’re composed
Reminders, if you needed one, the night is make-believe
The showgirls never blink and the showgirls never leave
So dance, little relic, while the lights are still on
Something’s got to be alive by the time the night is gone
[Final Chorus]
Museum nightlife, the halls are waking up
Sequins by the sarcophagus, champagne in a plastic cup
Museum nightlife, the past can only stare
While the future films itself and hangs it in the air
We’re all relics come the morning, so hold the pose, hold the pose
Museum nightlife, the marble never knows
[Outro]
Lights up, coats on, the guards throw the locks
Ten thousand tiny galleries keep scrolling on the clock
Marble takes its breath again, the halls go cold and still
The digital museums never close
And they never will
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