Measures & Scales - Jill Barber

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

And he could feel the ivory skin beneath his fingertips

And I would watch the notes fall one by one from his lips

And he could 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 it can go wrong

But I am just a dreamer wearing sensible shoes

And I still dream in color even though I sing the blues

And 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 a song but

It disappears somewhere when the music is gone

Every song ever written has a final note

And I sign my name below 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 will play forever on Oh, but I am just a dreamer wearing sensible shoes

And I still dream in color 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