Boxes and Lists - Manic Street Preachers

Boxes and lists

Chained to my skin

Burned like a fossil

Incapable of escape

Boxes and lists

Shifted under our beds

Twisting in my head

Like a Nazi war film

And like pretty girls

Oblivion exists

Boxes filled with lists

We will never cross

Boxes and lists

We’ll dig their graves

Like unwanted memories

Always drag me down

A final list of things

To form into a wish

A box of rain to end my days

Lying for you to share the blame

Trouble cascade in misfits

And like pretty girls

Oblivion exists

Boxes filled with lists

We will never cross

Boxes and lists

We’ll dig their graves

Like unwanted memories

Always drag me down

And like pretty girls

Oblivion exists

Boxes filled with lists

We will never cross

Boxes and lists

We’ll dig their graves

Like unwanted memories

Always drag me down