The orchestra drowns, funeral slow And autumn has gone and with it the bloom The harvest of stars, like moths to the moon Help me warm this frozen heart
snow The orchestra drowns, funeral slow And autumn has gone and with it the bloom The harvest of stars, like moths to the moon Help me warm this frozen
smashed And I like pianos in the evenin' sun Draggin' my heals 'til my day is done Saturday night in the captain's clothes Tender horns blowin' when my jewelry froze
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
With that frozen ice firecracker (everybody rise) Get your panties off ho this ship is ready to attack Somebody get on the piano I'm calling John Cusack
in ya face Nigga dis shit and wax is da inner taste Off wit'cha fuckin' head, dispose of da body Put da work on da street, wrist froze at da party This
those nurses sure got mad at me for leavin' a trail. someone's always mad, hey U know, I took lots of things as a kid; ballet and jazz, dance, soccer, piano
those nurses sure got mad at me for leaving a trail. Someone's always mad hey. Ya know I took lots of things as a kid, ballet and jazz, dance, soccer, piano
Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
. Stiffly walking words, They seem to hang here You place each Phrase like puzzle pieces: Planned, Precise, and Perfect You play me like a piano or
don?t even mind Woke up in the morning as the ice began to freeze You tried to stop the current and the changing of the leaves But I was frozen in the
voice Of Harold Montgomery gives a special interpretation To the grand old hymn, "The Old Rugged Cross" Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web
to be grindin' more and it feels better than a tongue-kiss carbonated with the flow, orange-flavored sunkist we musically grow unto the world like a fungus amongst this, playin' the piano
I'm frozen like a photo, a sepia-colored picture, voices in the hall, line the flower on the wall. Me n Isabella, playin' the piano, melodies we pen,
inside reverb rain Your festive summer you just couldn't blame (wait ?) We became free into darkness then Until the night silence distance froze Our
tonight Thinking aloud how we struggled to find Our place in the dizzy heights Don't often do this We never really get the chance Nearly froze to death
