Me at the Museum, You in the Wintergardens
I await the day when I work at the Museum
With you across the way in the Wintergardens
So young and so warm, we’ll storm, we’ll swarm
The parks on our lunchbreaks, we’ll lie on the lawn
Smile so stealthily, buttery and brief
We’ll lie through our teeth
Shock all the cavalry statues watching on
Us in our time bomb
Nobody feels old at the Museum
Nobody feels cold in the Wintergardens
We’ll roll on and roll on, cutting it fine with the clock-on
We’ll persevere, carry on working there
Me at the Museum, you in the Wintergardens