Second-hand Steinway Songtext
von James Yuill

A sound follows me
Down, down into the belly of the beast
Quietly
′Cause we have individual styles
But we share a second-hand style
Way

And if someone plays
And we hear it the same
The sound, it must be near
And you complain every time
But it's something, something that we hear


When you let me in
I, I will be your masterful grin
Night and day
′Cause we have unmistakable styles
But we share a second-hand style
Way
Remember the old times
And forget the sign
Way

And if someone plays
And we hear it the same
The sound, it must be near
And you complain every time
But it's something, something that we share
Second-hand
Someone plays
And we hear it the same
The sound, it must be near

Our neighbour plays
Through doors and hallways
The sound caught in my ear
And I heard you say
"What is wrong, what is wrong, wrong today?"
The sound, it didn't play
It didn′t play