Precious Box

In my house there's a circle, where the life comes in

From the stars to my home, down through the stone,

I could have been so alone,

Without my precious box

Have I a family? I guess not

I've never seen a lot of beauty

In my life.



Well in your house there are servants, and the lights all dim

Such a beautiful home, your agent's on the phone, they never

leave you alone

The party never stops!

You say that's fantasy, I say