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 cards and all of the time it took. Soon it's all lines of red 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 Peter Gabriel too