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