I found a key that don't fit no door,

Just a sound I keep chasing,

My grandma put it in my hand

The night I watched her fading.

She whispered: "Play when you miss me, kid,

The piano knows the way,

One chord — and I'll be right there,

I never really went away."

(Verse 2)

She'd sit beside me on that bench,

Her head against my shoulder,

I'd mess the notes, she'd hold me tight -

"That's real, that's what makes you older."

She never needed perfect tunes,

Just my fingers on the keys,

She said: "The cracks are where the light gets in,

So play them back to me."

(Chorus - строки, с надрывом)

And now I play for her at night,