Piano is not firewood yet. They try to remember, but still they forget that the heart beats in threes just like a waltz and nothing can stop you from dancing.
Rise from the cold hospital bed. You're not dying! Everyone knows you're going to live So you might as well start Trying.
Piano is not firewood yet, but the cold does get cold, so it soon might be that.
I'll take it apart, call all my friends and we'll warm up our hands by the fire.
Don't look so shocked, don't judge so harsh. You don't know, you were only spying. Everyone knows it's going to hurt but at least we'll get hurt trying.
Piano is not firewood yet. But the heart can't be helped, and it gathers regret. Someday you'll wake up and feel great pain and you'll miss every toy you've ever had.
You'll want to go back You'll wish you were small Nothing will console your crying. You'll take the clock off of your wall And you'll wish that it was lying.
Love what you have and you'll have more love You're not dying.
Everyone knows You're going to love Though there's still a cure for crying.