Porcupine Tree

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.