About Schroeder - No More Kings

Sally Brown sits down by his piano

He doesn’t see her there

He plays his heart out

She’s mesmerized by his concentration

Closes her eyes and tries to see what he sees

This is love, oh yes, at its finest

This is love, how it needs to be

And it’s enough to break through the shyness

She knows it’d be love if he’d hold her

She can’t stop thinking about Schroeder