Panic! at the Disco - The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know lyrics

I won't cut my beard and
I won't change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers
But it grows nowhere my hair, my hair
If I could build my house
Just like the Trojan horse
I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course

She's the smoke
She's dancing fancy pirouettes
Swan diving off of the deep
End of my tragic cigarette
She's steam laughing on the windowpanes
The never-ending, swaying haze
Oh, that ever smiling maze
Oh, that ever smiling maze a ballet

Everything's gone missing
I've lost more songs to floods
I can't prove this makes any sense
But I sure hope that it does
Perhaps, I was born with curiosity
The likes of those of old crows
The likes of those of old crows, and oh
How the piano knows
The piano knows something I don't know

I won't cut my beard and
I won't change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers
But it grows nowhere my hair, my hair
If I could build my house
Just like the Trojan horse
I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course