Track 4 of the album Four Lines on the Back of a Postcard · 2021
The Projectionist Never Sees the Ending
“A projectionist never sees the ending, because he is busy lighting it for everyone else. I recorded this one for him.”
cinematic pop · cinematic pop · film ballad · 4:34
Lyrics
Up the narrow stairs behind the screen There's a little room that hums Two old projectors and a window Where the beam of silver comes I thread the film the way my father did Loop it round the wheel Every night I light the dark for strangers And I know how it all will feel But I'm watching through a pane of glass The back of every head And I never see the ending Of the stories that I fed The projectionist never sees the ending I'm turning off the lamp as the kiss begins I hear the town laugh through the wall I hear the quiet when they fall For the story that I'm sending The projectionist never sees the ending But I know by the sound that love wins Saturday the whole town squeezes in Children on the aisle Widow Ellis in her usual seat Always there to smile I change the reel at the little burning dot Hold my breath for the cue Nobody knows the man behind the light But the light gets through And I'm watching through a pane of glass The back of every head And I never see the ending Of the stories that I fed The projectionist never sees the ending I'm turning off the lamp as the kiss begins I hear the town laugh through the wall I hear the quiet when they fall For the story that I'm sending The projectionist never sees the ending But I know by the sound that love wins Let the credits roll without me Let the faces turn to gold I am happy in the doorway Where the beam is bright and bold I have given them the evening That is all I want to hold The projectionist never sees the ending I'm turning off the lamp as the kiss begins I hear the town laugh through the wall I hear the quiet when they fall For the story that I'm sending The projectionist never sees the ending But I know by the sound that love wins Switch the little lamp to dark Hear the seats fold up The town goes home in silver And the stairs go down in dust