Текст песни Orchestra (feat. Amelia Barratt) - Bryan Ferry feat. Amelia Barratt

Phrases that walk over me
Seem to do so when I want them to the least
In a crowded auditorium a voice says
Without your tools you are rendered fabulous

The curtain's hanging
More compelling than the stage
The conductor is a good one I believe
The musicians are let out in advance to talk
Act natural, roam around

The stretching of the legs in ties and tailoring
A holy quality
Chairs fixed to the floor
The youngest violinist wears a shirt with a cinched waist
Looks out remorsefully from it

There won't be a dry eye tonight
Says my neighbor
Spreading out in opera glasses
Weilding a program
Impeccably printed
Spit falls upon it
As she bends the back page around the spine

A distant ringing followed me home
Mouthpieces
Lit curves of the curtain
The royal blue curtain imitating velvet
The silent drapery
With the capacity to fill us
You
Me

Through my eyelids
Bursts of the performance seem to bloom
Like a bruise in low light
The window's open
I've been wide awake
The heat of the room now gone
My sneakers now washed hang by their laces