Overhear Me
MARIJNE ELLEN VAN DER VLUGT, PAUL KENNEDY, PETER CHARLES BROWN, ROB WAKEMAN
The Bechstein was our lifeline
We could see our faces in the shine
And know it wasn't over
You never said you loved me
Even when we crowded out
The children from the sofa
I hope you overhear me
I hope you overhear me
When I'm uttering my name for you
In case collected copies of the Times
Get faded before ninety nine
The trunk will stay locked shut
In the garden the ritual was
Acted out under every tree
Shame my favorite scenes were cut