The Guitar Lesson Lyrics - Cover Version - Steven Wilson

The pupil is twelve, attractive withdrawn 

In a midnight blue school uniform 

Lips just a little too full for her face 

Distant eyes full of space 

In her posture no trace of coquette 

No defiance 

She fingers the frets looking forlorn 

Crossing her legs where her tights have been torn 

Starts as her mother comes into the room 

And the afternoon grows still 

And her mother feels a chill 

Shivers and buttons her coat 

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I gently correct the curve of her back 

And open her book in the now empty flat 

At the classical piece I've had her prepare 

And her arms are bare as she plays 

And I draw back behind her ear 

A few strands of hair gone astray 

She shows me her bracelet, the lesson is done 

I turn it around between finger and thumb 

We sit face to face and it seems to me that 

Her face is the face of a cat 

And touching the place where her breasts will be 

I press my hand flat 

She comes into my lap, I turn her around 

Her hands clasp my neck and her feet skim the ground 

Her skirt travels up under my palm 

But the pupil sits looking so calm 

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As if listening to the distant sound of a burglar alarm. 

What happened next it's hard to recall 

The guitar lesson left no traces at all 

Now from afar it seems to resemble 

A strange composition in oil 

Of a man, a guitar and an innocent little girl