Desperate

When you are living in a hell
You are desperate to get out
But when the devil was in heaven
Wouldn’t he feel the same?

Cause when you believe in the story
I am trying to sell
Would it really be weird
Would it be so insane?

And there is always a sound
It keeps calling and calling
If the piano is out of strings
Will I still be able to hear?
The music in my heart
With no melody at all
It is not playing for you
It’s just me singing in the rain.

But there will be a moment
With no pressure at all.
When I’ll stop singing
The music will stop the pain