(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