The Night My Piano Upped and Died (Live at the Roundhouse)

Love descended in the water
In the breaking of the mother-daughter
Father-son and lines of genes
Rip and crease and keep things clean
In the teeth and in the tether
In the backwards-beating weather
To the endpoint, to the hollow
Two months' labour lost in colour
Lost in dreams and crumpled pride
The night my piano upped and died, died, died

Love came down for many years
And lost her teeth with raindrop tears
Swelled her woodwork, pushed her pedals
She went home without a medal
She went down down, all the way
Now she plays an alleway
Now she cuts her shape with debt
And now she's past it, past her best

Lost in dreams and crumpled pride
The night my piano upped and died, died, died

Now she's past and all alone
She laughs a drainpipe down the phone
Somewhere in the distant nether
I can hear her off the tether
Off the hook go ones and twos
Now she really sings the blues
Now she dances at a mass
Now she has her idle guys

Lost in dreams and crumpled pride
The night my piano upped and died, died, died