[Written by Steven Wilson]

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 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


(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