Letra de The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know - Panic! At The Disco

I wont cut my beard and I wont 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 dancing 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
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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 wont cut my beard and I wont 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.