Woorden: Jill Barber. Measures & Scales.

He plays piano in a jazz band
And I love him for the man that he could be
I asked him, if I let you, would you play me
Then delighted as he tickled every key

He could feel the ivory skin beneath his finger tips
And I would watch the notes fall one by one from his lips
And he would snap his fingers to the beat of my heart
But he couldn't feel the heat
And I want to be like lovers in an old romantic song
Where the music fades away before the love can go wrong

I am just a dreamer wearing sensible shoes
I still dream in colour even though I sing the blues
He is playing scales up and down me
As we sing our tales of hope in perfect harmony
And measure out our love by the length of the song

But it disappears somewhere when the music is done
Every song ever written has a final note
And I sign my name alone every letter that I wrote
And lovers who part give a final kiss
Now I know it's not the player but the music that I miss

He plays piano in a jazz band
And I love him for the man that he could be
I asked him, if I let you, would you play me
A song that would play forever on

I am just a dreamer wearing sensible shoes
I still dream in colour even though I sing the blues
And I want to be like lovers in an old romantic song
Where the music fades away before the love it can go wrong