The Box Songtext
von Elephant Ride

In a corner in a back room, I begin to bathe
All the notions I will baptize drift into the drain
Oh, far from home
From the killing cliff there I caught
Her, a portion of the air that I fall

There′s a baby in the bathwater, somebody fall!


I don't let go of the reins
When we move this box of pain
As I humbly detach myself from this box of pain
In the middle of a hunger-made fog
I run and I see and I go and I′ll fly, yeah

I didn't mean to make a call and I should have told the truth
But you won't profit from the truth, you won′t profit much at all

If you look at the baby in the bathwater, remember it all!

I don′t let go of the reins
When we move this out from under
Wait and see, oh, you know you got a basket left
As I humbly detach myself from this box of pain
In the middle of a hunger-made fog
I run and I see and I go and I'll fly, I′ll fly, I'll fly, I′ll fly
I'll fly, I′ll fly, I'll fly, I'll fly, I′ll fly down, down, down