Mark Lenover
Mark Lenover - The Music Box songtekst
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He kept her locked, In his mother's antique jewelry box And she'd always spin when he called Like a good little girl She'd remind him of his mother and The pin-up girls his father kept A secret in the bottom of his dresser drawer He'd always loved her for The gentle way she'd tilt her head And that sad-eyed grin she wore With her hair tied back, she would pirouette Across her mahogany course He'd tell her it could be worse Then he'd shut her up in the dark again so that he Could say his prayers And he'd search for God in a darkening room But God's not in the dark, and He's not in the gloom He's not in the fire that follows you home Every day after school, when you're walking alone He's not in those tremors that shake you from bed And He's not in those hideous dreams in your head But He waits in the silence That great guilty silence that falls When the music stops