Robin Pecknold - Track Four lyrics

It's okay, you don't remember I won't take it very personally Sweet enough but getting rough Let the silk suits laugh and stack it up Hitch and roll and hit the floor And you spill the water in your cup Dust your knees and see the breeze See it dance with the trees so happily Think and smile then stay awhile Stay to dream and be free before you leave I've got something else to show you I just know you'd love it Radiate their pain at great Either black or white and never gray Ivory, that ain't up to me But you can't complain, what do you say? Oh, when we were free And she would sing to me And play these 88 keys Shame it has to be like this, like this Oh, they'll take care of you better than I could do You can take this piano with you Don't forget or lose your head As you're reading my letters in your bed I can feel the breeze And dream in every shade But what of the 88 keys as she prepares the grave, the grave, the grave