Broken Piano (acoustic)

As I walked out one morning fair I found myself drawn thoughtlessly Back to the place we used to live And you still do, now without me Around the back, away from the road Behind the bins, beneath your window I found the hulk, a rusting bulk Of a shattered old piano Someone had torn out some of the keys With cruel care, not thoughtlessly In such a way that one could only play Minor melodies So I sat down in my sadness, beneath your window And I played sad songs on the minor keys of a broken piano A sinner amongst saved men, on the banks of the muddy Thames As I have wandered through this city Like a child lost in the London fog From Highgate Hill, down to the river Then washed downstream past the Isle of Dogs Had time enough to think upon The question of what kind of songs That you would choose to listen to Now that I am gone And as I float beneath that bridge Just down the road from where you live I've often thought I might have caught Your voice upon the wind (stop) But as I stroked those broken keys You did not join in harmony So I sat down in my sadness, beneath your window And I played sad songs on the minor keys of a broken piano A sinner amongst saved men, on the banks of the muddy Thames On the banks of the muddy Thames On the banks of the muddy Thames