Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Box Song , by - Amanda Palmer. Song from the album Sketches for the Musical Jib, in the genre Фолк-рокRelease date: 15.09.2016
Record label: 8ft
Song language: English
The Box Song |
| Box on a desk |
| Next to a castle of glass |
| That they bought from the airport |
| The price on the back |
| Shelves overflow |
| With photographs and bones |
| A museum of someone |
| That will never be known |
| Pennies for thoughts |
| That cost a mountain of debt |
| Rusting in bottles |
| They’ll never come to collect |
| They’ll never come to collect |
| And you were sure that you could keep it all |
| Off in a tower where there’d always be space |
| And you were sure that if you read it all |
| You would eventually come across your own name |
| Daffodils hanging off a rearview of lies |
| You keep your foot on the pedal |
| And you can’t see outside |
| Boxes of novels |
| Fill all the seats and the trunk |
| There’s barely room for a driver |
| In this treasure chest of junk |
| And the tower is crumbling |
| And you are thinking of running |
| From all these years of commitment |
| To keep this dead garden growing |
| To keep this dead garden growing |
| And you were sure that you could learn it all |
| And if you did than you would always be safe |
| And you were sure that you could use it all |
| To build a fortress they could never take |
| It’s got to be around here somewhere |
| Maybe you’re really going mad |
| Maybe it’s buried in the old school |
| Maybe you never really- |
| And now you’re starting look |
| A little like someone in a book |
| You’ve tucked yourself inside |
| Your body pressed and dried |
| Fairies and princes |
| And the story doesn’t change |
| He keeps slaying the dragon |
| She’s still chained to the cage |
| And it’s time to retire |
| But you can’t give up the title |
| As the head of collections |
| For these dead letter files |
| As the head of collections |
| For these dead letter files |
| And you were sure that you could keep it all locked |
| And all the nice dark things would never get lit |
| And you were sure that you could keep them out |
| And you were sure that you could keep yourself hid |
| It’s got to be around here somewhere |
| Maybe it’s under mom and dad |
| Maybe you wrote it in your diary |
| Maybe you never really- |
| It’s got to be around here somewhere |
| Maybe you have it to your son |
| Maybe it’s time you just admit that |
| Maybe you never really had |
| A past worth passing on |