Lyrics of 'Piano Player' by The Hotelier

Inside your room there's 40 few remaining figures
Of new moons to curve around your axle heart
In hopes that something new will start

They're winding down they're closing ranks
To rest another 30 days
You lay and watch them wax and glow
You hold them in your hand and let them

A kid half my age, baby's breath and meadow sage
Clutched in her hands like trophy game
Just like the wild world was tame
Was granted home and tender care
Into an awkward piece of ware three-quarters full

Or quarter-drained and both adversely sure
How long they will sustain
My eyes greet hers and hers do mine
And then the room becomes her shrine
An older ma'am sets herself straight

And then she smiles with 88 remembered loves
And morning suns until her woven was sung
Her fingers dropped like falling rain
The entire room awash with the sustain

You always said that you don't dance
But then a heel turn to a shadow stance
I'm rung like sodden cloth
And the autumn leaves turn over across your floor

Into the hall and I've declined into a crawl
And you decompress and fall away
But this floor is raised on beams of trust
And there's room enough for both of us so stay

Sustain

Inside your room there's 40 few remaining figures
Of new moons to curve around your axle heart
In hopes that something new will start

The things you grow are set to die
You cling to them with knuckles white
So wind me up, damper to floor
And I don't know if I know love no more