You Always Do

A sound follows me 
 Down, down into the belly 
 Of the beast, quietly 
 'Cause we have individual styles 
 But we share a second-hand Steinway 

 And if someone plays 
 And we're hearing the same 
 Sound, it must be near 
 And you complain every time 
 But it's something, something that we hear 

 And you let me in 
 I, I will be your masterful grip night and day 
 'Cause we have unmistakable styles 
 But we share a second-hand Steinway 
 Remember the old times 
  
 Forget the sign way 

 And if someone plays 
 And we're hearing the same 
 Sound, it must be near 
 And you complain every time 
 But it's something, something that we share 
 Second-hand 

 Someone plays 
 And we hearing the same 
 Sound, it must be near 
 I made the plays through door and hallways 
 The sound caught in my head 
 And I heard you say 
 What is wrong, what is wrong 
 But today the sound didn't play 
 Didn't play