The Piano Knows Something I lyrics
I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair
It grows like fancy
flowers but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hair
If I could
build my house just like the Trojan horse
I'd put a statue of myself upon
the shelf
Of course, of course, of course
She's the smoke
She's dancin' fancy pirouettes
Swan diving off of the deep end
Of
my tragic cigarette
She's steam
Laughing on the windowpanes
The never-ending swaying haze
Oh, that ever smiling maze
Oh, that
ever smiling maze
Ballet
Everything's gone missing
I've
lost more songs to floods
I can't prove this makes any sense but
I
sure hope that it does
Perhaps
I was born with curiosity
The
likes of those of old crows
The likes of those of old crows
And oh, how the piano knows
The piano knows something
I don't
know
I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair
It
grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hair
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I'd put a statue of
myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course
Of course, of
course, of course
Of course, of course, of course
Of course
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