Her hands can't stretch so far between notes
The chords are wrapped too tightly around her fingers
Though the hammers still pound, but not in order
The vibrations still sound, but it makes such a mess
The dots and lines on the paper all blend together
The symbols are like a foreign language
Though the hammers still pound, but not in order
The vibrations still sound, but it makes such a mess
Her frustration turns the notes sour
It's hard to call such hopelessness determination
Though the hammers still pound, but not in order
The vibrations still sound, but it makes such a
Such an awful
Such a dreadful
Such a mess