
Into The Piano Songtext
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Behind a door
Hand to face
Conscience is the wound
His hand for me a sovereign tone
I pray him come I pray him soon
There's a wolf in the piano
On the white keys
Teeth on the back
Dry bones under animal skin am I
I feel nothing
I hear no voice
Behind a door
Hand to face
Conscience is the wound
His hand for me a sovereign tune
I pray him come I pray him soon
No tears from this eye
Hand to face
Conscience is the wound
His hand for me a sovereign tone
I pray him come I pray him soon
There's a wolf in the piano
On the white keys
Teeth on the back
Dry bones under animal skin am I
I feel nothing
I hear no voice
Behind a door
Hand to face
Conscience is the wound
His hand for me a sovereign tune
I pray him come I pray him soon
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