Song Length |
1:58 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock |
Lyrics
wooden box
I found a wooden box
that my mother left behind
filled with all the words
she would never have the time
my father closed his eyes
well laying down to sleep
to rest his broken soul
to trap his mind for free
my arms requested love
to be held in his thoughts
to stop the naked heartache
to make the heart ache stop
I can quietly continue
or scream until I cry
I never want to live
nor either want to die
she begged me for her help
she begged me not to leave
I didn't see her dead
cause I didn't wanna see
with beads inside her hands
tears rusted up her heart
and on her way somewhere
it made us be apart
I don't believe in things
that won't fit inside my hands
and you cannot have the reason
as you wouldn?t understand
I?ll love you till I die
I?ll love you till your gone
I?ll love you when your words
are bent inside my songs
I found a wooden box
that my mother left behind
filled with all the words
she would never have the time
to say to sing to laugh
to have to give to see
nothing is forever
no you, not her and not me