Adjective Fruit - Piano Maker's Dream Lyrics

Please someone tell me why I can't play in key
Why I don't know how to sing
My keys all fall flat, I'm full of broken strings
The only songs that I can play are these melancholy things
My paint is worn and chipped, my bench is all askew
I've try to hold together, but there's nothing I can do
Why am I so full of these hopeful memories?
The only thing I'll ever be is a

Piano maker's dream
Or so it seems
A piano maker's dream
Or so it seems
Or so it seems

Stage left, I don't wanna be front and center
But I'm not to be overshadowed, I still want my chance in the
Spotlight, up there basking where it's
So bright that I cannot believe the sight
But then you tell me that I have to play a tune
Well I don't think I can do it unless you want it to be ruined by my
Flat keys and dead strings, I'll sing
A discordant coarse arrangement of an off-key malady that I
Heard one night in a backwards dream
Where all the notes were coming sideways and the lyrics all obscene
But I just for once could feel the music dancing on my keys
Only to wake up in the darkness with no music left for me
So please forgive me when I don't know how
To play that song, to please a crowd
'Cause I never was quite finished, always missing that last piece
It seems to me the only thing I'll ever really be
Is a hopeful memory from a piano maker's

Dream
Or so it seems
A piano maker's dream
Or so it seems
Or so it seems
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Please someone tell me why I can't play in key
Why I don't know how to sing