Tiny Box Songtext
von Bastion's Wake

At the end of the path there′s a shiver
Where fortune and fate come to meet
The box is not easily delivered
And the carrier heavy with grief
The lamps and the starlight they twinkle
Reflecting only what they see
But in fact they're projecting illusions
To display the auspicious
Indeed


Would you pack the light?
Make it trinket sized?
Would you give your illusions to me?
Every knot that′s tied -
Silver in the sky -
Kept under lock and key?
Would you push The End?
An unwanted friend
But the one that we surely will need
For the box is buried
And can not be hurried
With the ease of the sway of the trees