Your thin wrinkled t-shirt
Is the softest material
The weight of your body
Is a weight off of mine
And here in this museum
Displays filled with figurines
Your displays of affection
Harken to simpler times
And oh my God
Are you feeling how hot it is
Charm and poise
Are melting away at my fingertips
With you
A day at the museum
Is a parallel
Universe crossing my, path
(With you)
The mood in the gift shop
Is a phony uncertainty
Do I purchase this postcard
Do I let you inside
And oh my God
Are you feeling how hot it is
Your constant gaze
Is a fire ablaze walls of marble and brick
And oh my God
This reserve that I'm holding
Well it seems that I must let it go since I'm certain
My future's unfolding with you
A day at the museum
Is a parallel
Universe crossing my, path
With you
Staring at fossils through glass walls
Says more 'bout what's coming
Than it ever did of the past
If I, stop in the halls of
Birds and mammals
Perhaps I won't fall, for your glamour
Your knowledge of biomes
The names of these old bones
But oh no, no, no, no, no
My future's unfolding with you
A day at the museum
Is a parallel
Universe crossing my, path
With you
Staring at fossils through glass walls
Says more 'bout what's coming
Than it ever did of the past