[Verse 1] I remember the silence in the living room, A dusty corner filled with ghosts and gloom. My fingers played on the kitchen table wood, Dreaming of ivory, like a young boy should. No strings to pluck, no keys to press, Just a house of shadows and a mother’s mess. [Verse 2] I heard the melodies inside my head, While I lay awake in a lonely bed. The radio sang what I couldn't say, While the years just crumbled and drifted away. I saw the others with their shiny guitars, While I was counting the cold, distant stars. [Chorus] I was the boy without a piano, Singing songs that no one ever heard. A silent heart in a dark soprano, Searching for the music in a broken word. (No piano, no piano...) [Bridge] But now the silence is finally breaking, The digital ghost is finally waking. I give my sons the keys to the kingdom, While I find my own, my long-lost freedom. Forty years late, but the rhythm is steady, The boy without a piano is finally ready. [Outro] I’m playing the stars now, I’m playing the rain. I’m turning the silence, Into a Swenglish refrain. (I have a piano now... inside my soul).
