The Pocket Orchestra's Death Song Lyrics - Singles - Land Lovers

When Nana asked the pocket orchestra to come and play for her 

I didn't know how to tell her they had broken up again 

Who was sent for but a lone trumpeter? 

And so he played an air that hung still like a childhood 

She was hardly fooled, but nonetheless she told him it was very good 

Empty as evening, I dropped him to work 

And there I was, with no one to my name anymore 

Alone by seventeen years of streamlining 

Redialling a number I had kept to order something 

There is a shallow cutout water feature 

That's shadowed by three-story structures 

A ghost pleading his case by them, woah yeah