The Guitar Lesson-Steven Wilson

[ti:The Guitar Lesson] [ar:Steven Wilson] [al:Cover Version] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Guitar Lesson - Steven Wilson [00:09.56]The pupil is twelve [00:11.81]Attractive withdrawn [00:12.39] [00:13.65]In a midnight blue [00:16.00]School uniform [00:16.92] [00:18.86]Lips just a little too full for her face [00:23.44]Distant eyes full of space [00:26.62] [00:32.51]In her posture no trace of coquette [00:35.64] [00:36.37]No defiance [00:38.68] [00:42.06]She fingers the frets looking forlorn [00:46.85]Crossing her legs where her tights have been torn [00:50.89] [00:51.48]Starts as her mother comes into the room [00:55.72]And the afternoon grows still [00:59.48] [01:05.51]And her mother feels a chill [01:07.80]Shivers and buttons her coat [01:11.03] [01:14.87]I gently correct the curve of her back [01:19.38]And open her book in the now empty flat [01:23.76]At the classical piece I've had her prepare [01:28.45]And her arms are bare as she plays [01:32.19] [01:38.02]And I draw back behind her ear [01:41.44]A few strands of hair gone astray [01:46.34] [02:05.78]She shows me her bracelet the lesson is done [02:10.58]I turn it around between finger and thumb [02:14.84] [02:15.36]We sit face to face and it seems to me that [02:19.83]Her face is the face of a cat [02:23.35] [02:29.63]And touching the place where her breasts will be [02:33.29] [02:34.29]I press my hand flat [02:37.33]Now from afar it seems to resemble [02:41.32] [02:41.96]A strange composition in oil [02:45.38] [02:46.62]Of a man a guitar and an innocent little girl [02:52.29] [03:01.29]As if listening to the distant sound of a burglar alarm [03:07.74] [03:31.14]What happened next it's hard to recall [03:33.99] [03:34.70]The guitar lesson left no traces at all