Come inside my mausoleum
Light a candle of the pathway to my casket room
Step on through rusty iron archways
Where a pigeon lays
It died without his lover
So strange and beautiful
How you gaze upon my bones
Mistake a tragedy
Since we'd missed eachother by centuries
They took my clothes and sent to a museum
All I am is dust, and a handlebar mustachio
They took my guns and horse and swords for history
But they kindly left a photograph of you and me
You dress so beautiful
On those cliffs that took your soul
But I reach for you as you drifted out to sea
Since we'd missed eachother by centuries
Your fine lips, I would kiss you again
So don't be frightened by my skeleton
I'd kill to touch your soft bony hands
But I can't, because this is my lover's century
So strange and beautiful
How you gaze upon my bones
Before you leave me out to sea
I'll visit your bones next century
