Reprise in Chorus

Burrying disguise in form of surrender,
like Emily, I have known this time,
this is the hour of letting go.

But you don't know, and I can't blame you sir.
I conducted the failing orchestra, always
making us practice worn out instruments.

And you, too inverted to dispute,
kept wailing a sharp tone, kept
beating a flat chord.

Dust films grew on the curtains, the seats
never sold. People were tired of hearing
amateur musical drones.

It's important to tell you now,
in earnest, that for years I gave you
the wrong sheet music.