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  1. the box

From the recording in boxes

Lyrics

The Box
I wake to the morning
The crest of the morning
Reminds me of times from my youth
We'd talk about anything
We could say anything
Wonderful sitting with you

Takes me home
Brings back the spirit we own

Out in the world we established a foothold
We all had something to say
We flew right up in the sky
Till a glass ceiling got in the way

Takes me home
Brings back the spirit we own
Hearts that yearn
Cast off the limits we're told

Now I savour a secretive thought in my head
Like smoking where no-one can see
To air an opinion and carefully tread
Is no place for someone like me
I have to confess that I mostly repress that
I now find the world’s so deranged
Passionate maniacs, senseless amnesiacs
Feeding a frenzy of rage

Take me home
Bring back the spirit we own
Hearts that yearn
Cast off the limits they're shown

I’ve figured this box out I know all the edges
I know how to solve this I know where the bait is
But every time I escape I return
Back to the start and there's nothing to learn
I feel like I'm free cos I think that they care
As long as I don't leave my box over there
And just when I'm thinking that I can't be owned
Like a dog with a collar I'm always sent home

Take me home
Bring back the spirit we own
Hearts that yearn
Cast off the limits they’re told
Take me home
Bring back the freedom we’re owed
Hearts that yearn
Cast off the limits they're told

Look for the truth
-There’s no way of knowing
Stand up for the youth
-They should be conforming
Take your own view
-You're no expert I see If you keep on this there a danger you’ll
Break free

I know they're exciting we think they're so good
But no ones invited to their neighbourhood
We relish their self centred acts of goodwill
They're generously selfish
But I call it hell