While mom played on our old piano I layed at her feet And I pressed my ear to the floor to hear The sound against my cheek And the songs rained down Like miracles little miracles And the songs rained down Like miracles little miracles Though dad played down the end of our world The truth cut like a knife So I went to my room to write that tune And stayed there all my life And the songs rained down Like miracles little miracles And the songs rained down Like miracles little miracles While mom played on our old piano I layed at her feet And I pressed my ear to the floor to hear The sound against my cheek And the songs rained down Like miracles little miracles And the songs rained down Like miracles little miracles Now I still try to turn these waters Somehow into wine And I press my heels to the ground to feel A chill run up my spine And the songs rained down Like miracles little miracles And the songs rained down Like miracles little miracles And the songs rained down Like miracles little miracles miracles And the songs rained down Like miracles little miracles miracles