our ears flew us around like Dumbo,
as we tried to remember these promises.
that piano in the living room, you know the one.
that piano in the living room, you know the one.
antique mahogany, withering away
from all the wrong sounds.
it wanted Bach, Chopin, Beethoven.
instead, it got rage, betrayal,
and the slow, heavy racket of a moving van.
from all the wrong sounds.
it wanted Bach, Chopin, Beethoven.
instead, it got rage, betrayal,
and the slow, heavy racket of a moving van.