[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 your 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