Grand Piano
Sunday night cries me to sleep
There are monsters biting at our feet
Yeah, they live inside of our dreams
And they tell us who we are in the world
If lovers are best friends, let's take our chances
Just take my hand, and I'll meet you under the trees
So play me a song on your grand piano
Sing me a tune I can fall in love with
Anything, something, just to get this off of our minds
You're picking me up, you're putting me down
I will be right there in your thoughts and your prayers
Just take a shot, we could fake a melody into a make-believe
So inject a bit of sense into your range of reaction
In the backseat staring out
You cleaned the rug of this what's called love
And all you said was you had your doubts
When you knock on my lover's door at three AM and she lets you in
But that's her choice, and now I'm wearing thin
So play me a song on your grand piano
Sing me a tune I can fall in love with
Anything, something, just to get this off of our minds
You're picking me up, you're putting me down
I will be right there in your thoughts and your prayers
Just take a shot, we could fake a melody into a make-believe
So play me a song on your grand piano
Sing me a tune I can fall in love with
Anything, something, just to get this off of our minds
I hate how you talk, but I love how you sing
Would you play me a tune on those dear sweet keys?
Just take a shot, we could take a melody into a make-believe
There are monsters biting at our feet
Yeah, they live inside of our dreams
And they tell us who we are in the world
If lovers are best friends, let's take our chances
Just take my hand, and I'll meet you under the trees
So play me a song on your grand piano
Sing me a tune I can fall in love with
Anything, something, just to get this off of our minds
You're picking me up, you're putting me down
I will be right there in your thoughts and your prayers
Just take a shot, we could fake a melody into a make-believe
So inject a bit of sense into your range of reaction
In the backseat staring out
You cleaned the rug of this what's called love
And all you said was you had your doubts
When you knock on my lover's door at three AM and she lets you in
But that's her choice, and now I'm wearing thin
So play me a song on your grand piano
Sing me a tune I can fall in love with
Anything, something, just to get this off of our minds
You're picking me up, you're putting me down
I will be right there in your thoughts and your prayers
Just take a shot, we could fake a melody into a make-believe
So play me a song on your grand piano
Sing me a tune I can fall in love with
Anything, something, just to get this off of our minds
I hate how you talk, but I love how you sing
Would you play me a tune on those dear sweet keys?
Just take a shot, we could take a melody into a make-believe
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Writer(s): John Ferrara
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