[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

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

[Chorus]

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