Maybe all that talk about money and contracts made me tired I'll make love to you in the morning
I know I said that last night and the night before that and I'm sorry I'm sorry for being an asshole
I'm sorry I'm drifting My mind has a will of it's own Oh no believe me I can do whatever I choose
I'm building a house under me I wonder will it hold The pressure of my thundering hands Keep walking on this Steinway I've got It's lost it's every tune But I'm going to bring them back
Maybe I don't care about conducting the Vienna boys choir I'd really just like to sing I just don't get half the words I'm trying to understand and all this reading is making me dizzy
I'm sorry I'm drifting My mind has a will of it's own Oh no believe me I can do whatever I choose
I'm building a house under me I wonder will it hold The pressure of my thundering hands Keep walking on this Steinway I've got It's lost it's every tune But I'm going to bring them back
I don't blame you If you don't understand I'll explain it to you later I will show you show you how it works
I plan this house will be our launch pad From here we'll start adventures and return as planet saviors I'm building soundproof walls and windows to hold the tunes within this technological wonder
We won't blame you If you don't unterstand We'll explain it to you later keep walking on this Steinway we've got it's lost it's every tune