Lyrics
[Verse 1] You play like the room owes you silence Twelve years in your hands, not one wasted note I used to sit in the back just to watch you Convinced that precision was something like love [Verse 2] You said every right thing at the right moment Never too little, never too much I mistook control for tenderness Mistook being handled for being touched [Verse 3] The night that I asked if you were happy You looked at the floor before looking at me Then gave me an answer flawless enough That I finally heard what was missing [Hook] Virtuoso, every note in its place Virtuoso, but I never saw your face Behind the perfect hands, behind the practiced grace You played me like a piece you'd already memorized [Bridge] I'm not the audience anymore I know where the spotlight ends You can make a room believe anything But you can't make me believe again [Hook] Virtuoso, every note in its place Virtuoso, but I never knew your face Behind the perfect hands, behind the practiced grace You played me like a piece you'd already memorized [Outro] The room goes quiet now And so do I