The Box Song - Amanda Palmer, Jason Webley

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