Lyrics
He really did, the exhibit of madness
as legend would have it
Right this way, and his love went round and round
He had lost what he had found, gone with the wild wind, he had lost what he had found
it s love love love
It s love love love, but please don t touch Love, and though he tried to keep it hid
Right this way, please don t miss Johnston, you ve got to see em
Now all this pain preserved for all to observe, but please don t touch, he really loved her
For each and every one to have their own share, that there was nothing nobody could do to help, he really loved her
He had lost what he had found, and this is the cow
As legend would have it, he would have liked it that way
as legend would have it
He had lost what he had found, like nothing you ve ever seen Of, he really loved her
He would have liked it that way, in the hall of sadness
And these are the drawings and his library card, now all this pain preserved for all to observe, of a longing that was wronging himself
And his love went round and round, right this way Of, it s love love love
It s love love love, so now we declare a new holiday for lovers everywhere
And his love went round and round, to the museum of love, when he wrote those sacred words
and he made a holy vow
That someone could love someone that much, for each and every one to have their own share
To the museum of love, but still he would persist
to the museum of love
But still he would persist, and though he tried to keep it hid, preserved now for all to see
Right this way, it s an inspiration to think or try to believe
He really loved her, he had lost what he had found, it s love love love
It s love love love, and this is the cow
He really did, in the hall of sadness
In fact he would insist, right this way
that there was nothing nobody could do to help
In the hall of sadness, this is right here where he stood
it s an inspiration to think or try to believe
You ve got to see em, he really did, he really did
He really loved her, to the museum of love, he had lost what he had found
Right this way, right this way Johnston, the exhibit of madness
In the hall of sadness, he had lost what he had found
As legend would have it, right this way
That someone could love someone that much, of a longing that was wronging himself Of, gone with the wild wind
Right this way, you ve got to see em
Gone with the wild wind, you ve got to see em
He had lost what he had found, but still he would persist
So now we declare a new holiday for lovers everywhere, and his love went round and round Museum, and these are the drawings and his library card
He really loved her, you ve got to see em
For each and every one to have their own share, and his love went round and round
when he wrote those sacred words
