I sat to watch the march of this dark parade as if the box in the center were a sad charade
has this creative bone been broken
has this charade been all for me
now I see the executioner coming and the drums sustain the serenity.
It was lost again and not just from my hand but from my heart
your words weren't just lost from my book but from my mind
were we meant to be apart this time
were we meant to be alone.
I lay me down to sleep in this box tonight
so nail the lid shut and won't you seal it tight.
I'm separated from you I'm lost I'm lost without you. And so my thoughts become an ocean
I can feel the waves surrounding
even there your hand will find me even if I drown that's all I need.
has this creative bone been broken
has this charade been all for me
now I see the executioner coming and the drums sustain the serenity.
It was lost again and not just from my hand but from my heart
your words weren't just lost from my book but from my mind
were we meant to be apart this time
were we meant to be alone.
I lay me down to sleep in this box tonight
so nail the lid shut and won't you seal it tight.
I'm separated from you I'm lost I'm lost without you. And so my thoughts become an ocean
I can feel the waves surrounding
even there your hand will find me even if I drown that's all I need.