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