Ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture Lovelier now, but dressed for a funeral Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall To hang in the dark of some parliamentary hall
Elegant clothes you want to be seen with her Under your tweeds you sweat like a teenager Begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall To hang in the dark of some parliamentary hall
Today is for you They laid it out for you For you There will be six bells a-ringing and white women singing for you But this feels so unnatural to Peter Gabriel, too
All of the cops and all of the time it took Soon it's all lines read in a leather book Begging you to wait for a minute by the door Your creeping feet where they've never been before
Today is for you They laid it out for you For you There will be six bells a-ringing and white women singing for you But this feels so unnatural to Peter Gabriel, too