Key : Bm
[Verse 1] Bm Bm When I walk out of the museum G F#m The wall of sudden light makes me crinkle up my nose G And standing, coat half on, between marble columns A I sneeze into the wind [Verse 2] Bm When I walk out of the museum G I have centuries of dust behind my eyes F#m I hunch a little bit G From the culminated weight of all these other peoples' ideas A I see a tipped over garbage can blowing in the street [Verse 3] Bm When I walk out of the museum G F#m I think about a snorkeler surfacing tangled in kelp A G That is me: writhing, wild attention, glancing around A The huge museum doors behind me slam And I flinch [Verse 4] Bm In all of these brief flashes of momentary clarity G The emptiness that cuts through is like F#m A bowl beneath the sky G Empty, not yet pregnant A Fertile, without form G It terrifies me, the raw possibility A And I want to go back inside Bm But when I walk out of the museum G Everything I see seems rippling and alive F#m On a freezing January day Everything: G The museum G And the garbage G And the internet G And the constellations A All collapse into a heap A And light floods out Bm D From this compost pile