While My Piano Gently Weeps

Happy and wistful, I wrote it for you. While reminiscing of our time together, I wrote it for you. Maybe I screwed up; Maybe you screwed up. Either way, I wrote it for you. Do you like the song? I wrote it for you. Do you feel my soul Amongst the blots and lines? Do you hear it? When I sit at the keyboard, I remember you. As the music flows from the tips of my fingers, I think of the reason The music comes: I wrote it for you.