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    these lyrics are submitted by Pinkypooh