Second-hand Steinway

A sound follows me
Down, down into the belly
Of the beast, quietly
'Cause we have individual styles
But we share a second-hand Steinway
And if someone plays
And we're hearing the same
Sound, it must be near
And you complain every time
But it's something, something that we hear
And you let me in
I, I will be your masterful grip night and day
'Cause we have unmistakable styles
But we share a second-hand Steinway
Remember the old times
Forget the sign way
And if someone plays
And we're hearing the same
Sound, it must be near
And you complain every time
But it's something, something that we share
Second-hand
Someone plays
And we hearing the same
Sound, it must be near
I made the plays through door and hallways
The sound caught in my head
And I heard you say
What is wrong, what is wrong
But today the sound didn't play
Didn't play