Piano is not firewood yet.
They try to remember,
but still they forget
that the heart beats in threes
just like a waltz
and nothing can stop you from
dancing.

Rise from the cold
hospital bed.
You're not dying!
Everyone knows
you're going to live
So you might as well start
Trying.

Piano is not firewood yet,
but the cold does get cold,
so it soon might be that.

I'll take it apart,
call all my friends
and we'll warm up our hands
by the fire.

Don't look so shocked,
don't judge so harsh.
You don't know,
you were only spying.
Everyone knows
it's going to hurt
but at least 
we'll get hurt trying.

Piano is not firewood yet.
But the heart can't be helped,
and it gathers regret.
Someday you'll wake up
and feel great pain
and you'll miss every toy
you've ever had.

You'll want to go back
You'll wish you were small
Nothing will console your crying.
You'll take the clock off of your wall
And you'll wish that it was lying.

Love what you have
and you'll have more love
You're not dying.

Everyone knows
You're going to love
Though there's still
a cure for crying.