Piano Lessons

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 your own agenda

Get ready to be sold


I feel now like Christine Keeler

Sleepwalking 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


Credit me with some intelligence

If not just credit me

I come in value packs of ten

In five varieties


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


Credit me with some intelligence

If not just credit me

I come in value packs of ten

In five varieties