I remember piano lessons
The hours in freezing rooms
Cruel ears and tiny hands
Destroying timeless tunesShe said there's too much out there
Too much already said
You'd better give up hoping
You're better off in bedYou don't need much to speak of
No class, no wit, no soul
Forget your own agenda
Get ready to be soldI feel now like Christine Keeler
Sleepwalking in the rain
I didn't mean to lose direction
I didn't want that kind of fameTake your hands off my landCredit me with some intelligence
If not just credit me
I come in value packs of ten
In five varietiesAnd even though I got it all now
My only stupid dream
I see you and me together
And how it should have beenI remember piano lessons
Now everything seems clear
You waiting under streetlights
For dreams to disappearCredit me with some intelligence
If not just credit me
I come in value packs of ten
In five varietiesTake your hands off my landCredit me with some intelligence
If not just credit me
I come in value packs of ten
In five varietiesCredit me with some intelligence
If not just credit me
I come in value packs of ten
In five varieties