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
