Small Boxes Songtext
von Black Light Dinner Party

It was too much in the house we lived in
It was your man, I had known that it was him
He looked around at us
His eyes were bound and cross
His face, dirty with rage

Trees all gone, I walked home alone again
The red and plush underneath your pillow
The hill runs down to stay under the ground
I′ll crawl in there floating on sound


You promised her, you promised her, she'd laugh a little
You promise her again, I′ll take it all back
You promised her, don't promise her, things she'll never get, no
I promised her that I would hold her hand

One arm, two feet holding small like child
If we could meet again just for a while
In time we learn, don′t fake the sound of pain
In the road, don′t cross without me

You promised her, you promised her, she'd laugh a little
You promise her again, I′ll take it all back
You promised her, don't promise her, things she′ll never get, no
I promised her that I would hold her hand