The Pocket Orchestra's Death Song - Land Lovers

The Pocket Orchestra's Death Song Lyrics

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 workAnd there I was, with no one to my name anymore
Alone by seventeen years of streamlining
Redialling a number I had kept to order somethingThere is a shallow cutout water feature
That's shadowed by three-story structures
A ghost pleading his case by them, woah yeah