Practice Room

Its no wonder I can’t hear myself
When all around me all these walls are pointless
I had the code and I punched it in
But whats the use if I’m lost in all this din
Every note I pick is just another sound to add
Peace and quiet is not a London thing
All I hear is honky-tonk piano
This is why
This is why
Why birds migrate to sing
There’s a primadona in the room behind me
Singing opera so that Rome can hear and
Then next door I hear a flute just wining
I need to fly away to save my ears
Every note I pick is just another sound to add
Peace and quiet is not a London thing
All I hear is honky-tonk piano
This is why
This is why
Why birds migrate to sing
Just imagine surfing through the skies
With what you hear before your eyes
But I’m a lorry rolling through my eardrums
I’ve a city shouting every second
I’ve a guitar that’s silenced in my hands
Every note I pick is just another sound to add
Peace and quiet is not a London thing
All I hear is honky-tonk piano
This is why
This is why
Why birds migrate to sing
Why birds migrate to sing
Why birds migrate to sing
It’s no wonder we can’t hear ourselves
Too busy shouting to hear songs made for us