I remember piano lessons

The hours in freezing rooms

Cruel ears and tiny hands

Destroying timeless tunes



She said there's too much out there

Too much already said

You'd better give up hoping

You're better off in bed



You don't need much to speak of

No class, no wit, no soul

Forget you own agenda

Get ready to be sold



I feel now like Christine Keeler

Sleepwaking in the rain

I didn't mean to lose direction

I didn't want that kind of fame



(Take your hands off my land)



Credit me with some intelligence

(if not just credit me)

I come in value packs of ten

(in five varieties)



And even though I got it all now

My only stupid dream

I see you and me together

And how it should have been



I remember piano lessons

Now everything seems clear

You waiting under streetlights

For dreams to disappear