The Piano Knows Something I Lyrics

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