Box Under His Bed (Swing version)

There's a box under his bed

that he never opens up

but tonight he pulls it out

cause he's come to look for

evidence of what he fears:

senseless tears

wasted years



he pulls some relics out

studies each and every one

he reads between the lines

one more time before he

breaks the spell that held him down

those sentences that

sentenced him



Does nothing last?

The setting sun becomes a sinking ship;

chained to the helm