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 you own agenda
Get ready to be soldI feel now like Christine Keeler
Sleep waking 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 beenI remember piano lessons
Now everything seems clear
You waiting under streetlights
For dreams to disappear
Songwriters
BARBIERI, RICHARD / WILSON, STEVEN JOHN / BALCH, COLIN EDWIN / MAITLAND, CHRISPublished by
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