It's like the keyboard is his heart.
He hears the clock, he hugs the cat, no,
he kicks the cat, he pumps the volume higher,
a fire's just about to start,
and then the man comes in.
I, why can't I find the key?
Why can't I find the key?
He sees it's hard to intuence
He lets his fin gers feel the way
He loves her, he's lost her
He's hearing melancholy strings
That sing the things he can't say
No I can't, oh I can't lie
Why can't I find the key?
You can't imagine what I should have said
It's all been said and sounds cliche
He's got the bridge between his head,
And his heart which says,
She's gone now, he's singing
He hears no two -part harmony
He looks around, this can't be real
Depression, dark progression
What will it take to make you
Why can't I find the key?
Why can't I find the key?
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