Museum Scene

Morning song
Sung it to the streets
Skin to skin underneath the bubbles and the secrets they keep
And he's dozing off he's not into the crowd
Intoxicated by the way her words come out
Oh morning song
Morning song
Sung to the streets
Sung it to the streets
The bath is colder now than the gas stove of memories
And they see the world in black and white
And think it's actually black and white
But it's not really all black and white

He's a tightrope
And he's a scarecrow
Don't get too close and be pulled into his black sun
Let me hold you on the balcony
Right next to the sea
And what even is the sea?

Come and love me in the garden
Although the paths are full of honeybees and smoke signs
Ahhh
Don't spill that wine on your patterned shirt
You make me wanna hurt
Watering all your sunny vines
But rainy days made you and I

He's a tightrope
He's a tightrope
And he's a scarecrow
He's a scarecrow
And what even is the sea
What even is the sea
And what even is the sea
And what even is the sea
And what even is the sea
And what even is the sea
And what even is the sea
And what even is the sea

Come and love me in the garden
Although the paths are full of honeybees and smoke signs
Ahhh
Don't spill that wine on your patterned shirt
You make me wanna hurt
Watering all your sunny vines
But rainy days made you and I



Credits
Writer(s): Aiden Nabil Wilson, Janice Nayoung Koo, Liam Kane Hosty, Ryan John Hesselroth, Stephen Ray Ranieri
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