aungst

They say to me
unlock this door
the curiosity becomes a scream
what certainly could be behind it
behind this door
stands a piano
the keys are dusty
the strings are out of tune
behind this door
she sits at the piano
but she doesn't play anymore
oh, that was so long ago

There, at the piano
I listened to her
and when her playing began
I held my breath

She said to me
I'll always stay with you
but it only seemed
that she played for me alone
I poured her blood
into the fire of my rage
I locked the door
they asked for her

There, at the piano
I listened to her
and when her playing began
I held my breath
There, at the piano
I stood beside her
it seemed
she played for me alone

The door is open
oh, how they scream
I hear the mother pleading
the father is beating me
they take her from the piano
and no one believes me here
that I am deathly ill
from sorrow and the stench

There, at the piano
I listened to her
and when her playing began
I held my breath
There, at the piano
she listened to me
and when my playing began
she held her breath