The shelf

There is a little box hidden up on that shelf

Don’t ask me what it’s hiding I don’t recall myself

I can’t explain the things that I don’t really understand

Shadows of a memory buried by a mountain of sand

Now I don’t don’t recall anything at all

About me.

No I don’t recall any thing at all

About me

Sitting next to the little box there’s a battered and broken boy

Hidden up on the little shelf like an old unwanted toy

I can’t explian thing that you fail to understand

Shadows of the memory buried by a mountain of sand

Now I don’t recall

Anything at all

About me

No I don’t recall

Anything at all

About me

There is a little box hidden up on that shelf

It’s time that I unlock it

Time to free myself

I can’t explain the things that I don’t really understand

Time has moved a mountain

Every grain of sand

Now I don’t recall anything at all

About me