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