Broken Piano - Frank Turner

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

But as I stroked those broken keys

You did not join in harmony

On the banks of the muddy Thames

On the banks of the muddy Thames