No More Kings - About Schroeder lyrics

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