The Piano Knows Something I Don’t Know Panic! at the Disco

[Intro]
I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers, but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hair
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course

[Verse 1]
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
Oh, that ever smiling maze...
A ballet

[Verse 2]
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 curiosity, the likes of those of old crows
The likes of those of old crows, and oh, how the piano knows
The piano knows something I don't know

[Outro]
I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers, but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hair
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course