Songtexte The Curtained Room - Field Music

From inside the curtained room
A voice asks, "Are you there?"
"My darling, do I look alright?
I've only one last thing to try"
From the kirk to cafe copes
In rows, royal seals and dressed up windows
And early evening sign lights
Up on High Street West, pedestrianised
From the clock house to department store
You search the aisles and pace the floor
The foyer told, "Outside is cold
But all are wrapped indoors"
Could anyone have been more bored?
And recognize the girl you were
To those who saw Fiesta Drives
And made up eyes and the numbers that you wore
At the school, they wished to be like you
On the famous streets, New York and Rome
And beaches far away
From under the hill and woodland groves
Me, my, my, oh my, my
My, my, my, oh my
Me, my, oh my, my
My, my, my, oh my
Me, my, oh my, my, my
My, my, my, oh my
Me, my, oh my, my, my
My, my, my, oh my
Me, my, oh my, my, my
My, my, my, oh my
Me, my, oh my, my, my
My, my, my, oh my