The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know Testo

I wont cut my beard and I wont change my hair.
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere.
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse,
I❝d put a statue of myself upon the shelf of course.
She❝s the smoke, she❝s dancing fancy pirouettes.
Swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette.
She❝s steam, laughing on the windowpanes.
The never-ending swaying haze,
oh that ever smiling maze ballet.
Everything❝s gone missing. I❝ve lost more songs to floods.
I can❝t prove this makes any sense but I sure hope that it does.
Perhaps, I was born with the curiosity of old crows.
The piano knows something I don❝t know.