The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know Songtext
von Panic! at the Disco

The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know Songtext

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 dancing fancy pirouettes
Swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette
She's steam laughing on the window panes
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
Of the likes of those of old crows
Of the likes of those of old crows
And oh, how that 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

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