(intro) C#m7 E B F#
C#m7 E
I remember piano lessons
B F#
The hours in freezing rooms
C#m7 E
Cruel ears and tiny hands
B F#
Destroying timeless tunes
C#m7 E
She said there's too much out there
B F#
Too much already said
C#m7 E
You'd better give up hoping
B F#
You're better off in bed
(refrão)
A F Em D
C#m7 E
(Take your hands off my land)
A F Em
Credit me with some intelligence
D
(if not just credit me)
A F Em
I come in value packs of ten
D
(in five varieties)
(C#m7 E B F#)
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
(C#m7 E B F#)
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
