He is the one who plays the piano He is the one who wants to love She is the one who touched his heart He made too much of this, of course I guess that's all They feel so small He is the one who wants the crowd to disappear He is the one who draws them near He is asleep, deep and cynical She stays awake to sing sonata I guess that's all They feel so small His dreams are a boat, he's sailing away He's just a wreck at the end of the day He mails her a letter He should have burned He mails her a letter He should have burned He fell in love with a photograph If he told her the story she'd have to laugh She feels a distance like a feather He's just a fool for stormy weather I guess that's all They feel so small His dreams are a boat, he's sailing away She's just a wreck at the end of the day He mails her a letter He should have burned He mails her a letter He should have burned