Слова:
Piano Magic Already Ghosts

In travel, there are traps When I'm writing in the back Beneath the rain, between the maps My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong I loved you

In travel, there are traps When I'm writing in the back Beneath the rain, between the maps My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong I loved you

this hotel, here side by side The past and the present dwelled And the ghosts who lived here not only lived They honestly, lived well The lobby had a steinway piano