Under Glass

[Intro – Spoken] Pressure steady. Sky correctly blue. The evening may proceed. [Verse 1] Morning gathers on the glass, silver trains beneath it pass. Roses wake in borrowed ground, soft machines make softer sounds. Breakfast cools on porcelain, weather starts at half past ten. Far beyond the painted day, red dust waits and does not say. [Pre-Chorus] No stain remains upon the floor. No raised voice crosses the door. A servant straightens every frame. By noon, the room has changed its name. [Chorus] Under glass, the roses bloom. Red dust waits beyond the room. White gloves leave no mark at all. Names rise softly. Houses fall. Raise the glass, adjust the sky. No one asks the reason why. Here, the air is kept so warm— nothing here admits a storm. [Verse 2] At the interval, seats change. Old friends find the view looks strange. One small word leaves morning news. One account forgets to move. Crystal rings against a toast. Someone laughs a little most. By the time the strings resume, half a future leaves the room. [Pre-Chorus] A favour passes hand to hand. A signature redraws the land. No threat is spoken, none required. The flowers change. The staff are fired. [Chorus] Under glass, the roses bloom. Red dust waits beyond the room. White gloves leave no mark at all. Names rise softly. Houses fall. Raise the glass, adjust the sky. No one asks the reason why. Here, the air is kept so warm— nothing here admits a storm. [Verse 3] At the centre of the board, one hand rests beside the cord. He does not hurry, does not lean. He leaves the final square unseen. Years return beneath his skin. Nothing old is taken in. One piece moves. The room agrees. Someone’s son loses his keys. [Response] No anger bends the measured phrase. No mercy interrupts the gaze. [Verse 4] In a house beside the hall, one light burns beyond them all. She comes home with careful hands. He arrives with other plans. She repairs his loosened tie. He explains where evenings die. Someone’s perfume leaves the chair. Neither asks how it got there. [Pre-Chorus] The wine is poured. The meal is late. A second place remains in state. Fifteen years beneath one roof. Twelve years needing no more proof. [Chorus] Under glass, the roses bloom. Red dust waits beyond the room. White gloves leave no mark at all. Names rise softly. Houses fall. Raise the glass, adjust the sky. Smile before the cameras fly. Here, the air is kept so warm— nothing here admits a storm. [Instrumental Break] [Muted Trumpet, Vibraphone, Low Synth Pulse] [Verse 5] Faces borrow younger lines. Private thoughts cross private signs. Dreams are opened, cleaned, and filed. Someone wakes more reconciled. Bodies mend and seasons slow. Gardens learn which way to grow. Every heir is taught the part. No one operates the heart. [Bridge – Spoken] A door closes. A chair is moved. A name remains after the person has been removed. [Female] Was anything decided? [Male] Nothing worth recording. [Female] Then why is the table empty? [Pause] [Male] Courtesy. [Final Chorus] Under glass, the roses bloom. Red dust waits beyond the room. White gloves leave no mark at all. Names rise softly. Houses fall. Raise the glass, adjust the sky. Let the evening pass us by. Here, the air is kept so warm— nothing here admits a storm. The wine is young. The money’s old. Every breath is bought and sold. Artificial gravity— keeps the silver on the table. [Outro – Spoken] Pressure steady. Sky correctly blue. All losses— within acceptable limits.