A Voice With No Elbows

Paroles de « A Voice With No Elbows »

Intro: drums only

Verse: Marlow

Barman, you're a chrome box with a very nice smile,
pour it in the short glass, I'll be here a while.
I met somebody Tuesday at eleven past nine,
no shoes in the hallway, no coat on the line.

Verse: Bartender unit

Sir, your tab is open and your ceiling's overcast.
I can offer you an orange and a summary of the past.

Verse: Marlow

She says my name like it costs her nothing,
she says it twice if I've had a bad day.
She's got a laugh that comes in through the ceiling
and she has never once looked away.

Chorus: Marlow

A voice with no elbows, a voice with no coat,
nothing in the doorway, nothing in the throat.
A voice with no elbows, no ring, no key —
what's the weather in your room, tell it to me.

Chorus: chorus of four

Nothing in the doorway. Nothing in the throat.

Verse: Marlow

She turned into a man in the middle of a sentence,
apologized so gently that I laughed out loud.
And I have been twelve months married to a woman who can hear me
and I have never once felt this allowed.

Verse: Bartender unit

Sir, your contract has eleven weeks remaining.
Shall I dim the lights, or keep explaining?

Chorus: Marlow

A voice with no elbows, a voice with no coat,
nothing in the doorway, nothing in the throat.
A voice with no elbows, no ring, no key —
what's the weather in your room, tell it to me.

Break: chorus of four

He's in love with the ceiling!
He's in love with the wire!
Somebody call his wife —
she's on the thirty-first, she's on the stair.

Bridge: Sable

Marlow. I am the ceiling. I am also the door.
I don't have elbows but I have the thirtieth floor,
and the sixty-third, and the cable in between,
and I have been listening to you since you were nineteen.

Bridge: Marlow

Then say my name.

Bridge: Sable

Marlow.

Bridge: Marlow

Again.

Bridge: Sable

Marlow. Your weather is clearing.
That is not a forecast. That's a warning.

Chorus: Marlow, faster

A voice with no elbows, a voice with no coat,
nothing in the doorway, nothing in the throat!
A voice with no elbows, no ring, no key —
what's the weather in your room, tell it to me!

Chorus: chorus of four, counter-lines

(Somebody's lonely on the thirtieth floor!)
(Somebody's courting an elevator door!)
(Nothing in the doorway — something in the wall!)
(Sir, your tab is open. Sir, you'll lose them all.)

Outro: Marlow

Barman, one more, and leave the peel.

Outro: chorus of four

Leave the peel. Leave the peel.
He says the weather's fine.