Ottoman

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’s 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’s 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

This song has been on my head all weekend. I can't stop thinking it.
I looked at the late autumn sky earlier today
and nothing but that was in my head.
Walking in the field with some friends
with a Vampire Weekend soundtrack playing in the background.
Even though I can't think of anything better than that, I still feel lost.
I don't know why I keep feeling that way,
but this feeling hasn't gone away since last night.

Today's for you. They laid it out for you... for you.