The Holy - Museum of Modern Hearts

In the museum of modern hearts 
There's no guard
At the door 

Only seven signs on the floor
Showing the way
To the main hall

Smell of gasoline in the air
Try to inhale
As slow as you can 

I never thought we could make it
But here we are
The last of our kind

In the museum of modern hearts 
The only beat 
you can hear

Is a distant eight-o-eight
It's the life 
We used to live

Few other broken machines
That survived
Through the heat

There's something in the way we move
When we dance
Ourselves into sleep 
 
In the museum of modern hearts 
The only heart
Never skips a beat

There's something in the way we move
When we dance
Ourselves into sleep

Written by:
EETU PYLKKAENEN

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