Tears on the piano
Tears on the piano Extension of the fingers to the sky touch the clouds and shape them again There's a storm in the coffee cup Little soldiers are tired Music is gone Tearing the keyboard apart, Fingers and sounds Break free from the hounds High resolution Low intution Little buttons in black and white up and down I touch your chords And we melt in eachothers arms like clay We stick together Pen test We are what we write Big noses, red cheeks Big dreams, little tweaks Swirl and reside respawn and revive Deja vu - C'est quoi est c'est ou?
