Curtains Songtext
von Peter Hammill

Tommy woke that morning with a head full of rocks
And Sylvia was in shock
The story they′d been faking
Was frozen on their lips
And falling through the brush of fingertips
And though they packed their bags, ready for the road
The curtains and the bedroom door stayed closed

For Sylvia and Tommy, this is a curtain call
They've been running away for years
But pride in flight precedes a certain fall

So Tommy rubs his stubble, as if to check his face is there
And Sylvia combs her hair
Just like nothing really happened, they′ll carry on as before
But this thing won't work, will it, any more?
And though the bags are packed, ready for the road
The curtains and the bedroom door stay closed


For Sylvia and Tommy, there's nothing left to try
They′ve been running for years to find some kind of thrill
To take away the emptiness that they both feel inside
Making the fictional out of the matter-of-fact
Masquerade the picture, but now the frame′s all cracked

For Sylvia and Tommy, there's nowhere left to hide
They′ve been running for years to find some kind of life
That offers an excitement that the rest of us pass by

So Tommy woke that morning with a head full of rocks
And Sylvia was in shock
The story they'd been faking
Was frozen on their lips
And falling through the brush of fingertips
And though the bags are packed, ready for the road
The curtains and the bedroom door stay closed
Stay closed, stay closed

For Sylvia and Tommy, there′s nowhere left to go
They've been running away so long
There′s just no strength to carry on
They can't get back to what they knew
A life abandoned once and long ago