Voice In the Box

When she sang, happy melodies hid the pain.

Once she died, the song never sounded the same.

Now she’s gone,

And nobody is saying why.

So play that last song back to me,

Turn it up to infinity,

Ashes to ashes scattered about,

But the voice in the box,

The lovely voice in the box,

Will never get out.

So she bled, to spill the poison out of her head,

And she drank, to drown the words before they got said.

Now she sleeps,

On thunderclouds in the sky.

So scan the lyrics again and again,

Spin them backward for signs of her end.

Nobody knew what she was trying to say,

But the voice in the box

Keeps singing anyway.

And she says,

“In your mind, everyone cares,

But in your life, they don’t.

You’re so blind, but everyone stares

As you march up to the front,

And turn your back on an army of wolves.”

So she burned, and turned her secrets into smoke,

Now she’s an icon, a memory, and a joke.

Let her go.

All she wanted to say was goodbye.

Touching from a distance, further all the time,

Oh, well, whatever, nevermind.

You never heard what she was trying to say,

And that voice in the box,

The lonely voice in the box,

Reminds you every day.