Verse
Old upright leans where the speaker ends
Ivory worn where the low light bends
You brush the lid and the dust lifts high
Catching gold in the strobe's slow rise
Room fills in on the offbeat swell
Your hand finds mine on the broken key
Not quite pressed but close enough to tell
The room forgets what the silence means
Pre-Chorus
Is it the chord or the way you lean
Is it the floor or the space between
Chorus
Piano dust, floor rising
Keys half touched, no compromising
Piano dust, floor rising
Close enough to feel it climbing
Verse
Felt gone soft on the hammer's edge
Someone's laughter breaks the thread
You lift a note I didn't ask you to send
Floorboards hum where our shadows blend
Crowd folds in like a slow-tide swell
Your shoulder grazes the fall of light
Not a word but the silence tells
Every beat we don't decide
Pre-Chorus
Is it the chord or the way you lean
Is it the floor or the space between
Chorus
Piano dust, floor rising
Keys half touched, no compromising
Piano dust, floor rising
Close enough to feel it climbing
Bridge
Dust keeps falling where the light beams cross
No hand claimed, nothing lost
Just the hum of strings still gold
And a floor that won't let go
Chorus
Piano dust, floor rising
Keys half touched, no compromising
Piano dust, floor rising
Close enough to feel it climbing