You hear the wind knock at the door
The streetlight flickers once more
There is a door at the end of the hall
No one has ever opened it at all
The neighbors say a woman named Vera
Lived there and played piano in the dark
At three in the morning every single night
The sound would crawl right through the wall
Like it was trying to speak
A secret that could not keep
I stand on the stairs
I hear her breathe
Vera Vera who are you waiting for
This house has been empty for so many years
Vera Vera your fingers move
Across the keys like shadows on the moon
Vera Vera are you still there
Or was there never anyone at all
I searched through every drawer I found
Not a single photograph on the ground
Her name was written on the wall
But the ink had faded long ago
The landlord said no one named Vera
Lived here for twenty years or more
But the piano still plays every night
At three o one without a light
I stand on the stairs
I hear my own heart beat
Vera Vera who are you waiting for
This house has been empty for so many years
Vera Vera your fingers move
Across the keys like shadows on the moon
Vera Vera are you still there
Or was there never anyone at all
I pulled a chair up to her door
Sat down to wait until the morning light
To hear her play one final song
Before the silence took the night
Vera Vera who are you waiting for
This house is waiting for someone to come home
Vera Vera your name is gone
Scattered in the wind like a forgotten song
Vera Vera are you still there
Or was there never anyone at all
