Text: Regina Spektor. Music Box.

Life inside the music box ain't easy
The malots hit the gears are always turning
And everyone inside the mechanism
Is yearning
To get out
And sing another melody completely
So different from the one they're always singing
I close my eyes and think that i have found me
But then i feel mortality sorround
I want to sing another melody
So different from the one i always sing
But when i do the dishes
I run the water very very very hot
And then i fill the sink to the top with bubbles of soap
And then i set all the bottle caps i own afloat
And it's the greatest voyage in the history of plastic
And then i slip my hands in and start to make waves
And then i dip my tongue in a take a taste
It tastes like soap but it doesn't realy taste like soap
And then i lower in my whole mouth and take a gulp
...and start to feel mortality sorround me
I close my eyes and think that i have found me
But life inside the music box ain't easy
The malots hit the gears are always turning
And every one inside the mechanism
Is yearning to get out
Is yearning to get out
Is yearning to get out...