Come to the horse museum with me,
We'll go there at a quarter past three...
We'll ride around the chimney chutes,
And practice dancing with a mute...
Come let's ride the oven chair,
And carry strange martini's inside our hair...
We'll dance until the break of dawn,
Little Muppet and Mr. Storm...
Come let's take the last boat out,
And when the sea becomes quiet we'll scream and shout,
Follow these labyrinthine desires...
Through the Maelstrom's heart,
And back into our cage,
What a practiced art.
Tonight we'll be cats, tonight we'll be ruins...
Our sinking castles suite us quite fine,
King and queen of nothing...
Come to the horse museum with me,
Maybe at last we can be free.
I'll kiss you between wake and sleep...
Come to the horse museum with me.
