I played the piano like a halfwit
But right there everyone would sit
Making their own conjectures
Biased observations
Amidst a plume of smoke, perfectly choking your every key
Seems they will all have to listen so long as you keep on playing
False bravado, wholeheartedly relaying stolen molten
Bach and the like
Acting as though you were born to please
When really all that you can do is dream