Where does it come from?
Your thoughts of inner works.
Free will?
Or it lives in the box?
Where it begins and where it stops.
An outlook?A view?
Who creates it?
Cities or worldwide overview?
Looking down,inside or looking out
for what's true is a new point of view.
It's not up to me to choose for you.
Use what's been givin or what's
been forced upon you.
Haunting memories made up of melodies.
May bring tears to your eyes.
Maybe a picture on a wall of days gone by.
What's in the box is yours and mine.
Is it dream or a daze?
Black haze bringing darker days.
Thoughts that end and begin in a circle
of madness.
Questions without answers leave you in dark depths of sadness.
Only drawing you in more and more.
Till your patience runs thin again.
Clarity evades you.
Who is the puppet Master?
Haunting memories made up of melodies.
May bring tears to your eyes.
Maybe a picture on a wall of days gone by.
What's in the box is yours and mine.
Who powers those dreams is the question.
The answers found in personal reflection.
An old mirror left behind and you stare into it eye to eye.
Whether your old or from a new generation.
Your answers found in what you can remember.
Haunting memories made up of melodies.
May bring tears to your eyes.
Maybe a picture of days gone by.
What's in the box is yours and mine.
In a basement on a shelf.
Or in an old closet top.
An old wooden dusty box is a testimony of days gone by.
Haunting memories made up of melodies.
May bring tears to your eyes.
Maybe a picture of days gone by.
What's in the box is yours and mine.
Some bring you closure.
Some make you shudder.
It's locked for a reason.
When your ready for what's inside.
Are you ready?
Frame it and hang it.
Scream it and shout it.
There's an eerie knock...
The box!
Haunting memories made up of melodies.
May bring tears to your eyes.
Maybe a picture of days gone by.
What's in the box is yours and mine.
Yours and mine.
Yours and mine.
