The Box

An ordinary day inside an ordinary box

Just the same as ever, nothing happens at all

Having nothing at all happen gets tiresome too; by now I kind of want something to happen

I know the earth is round and the four seasons aren’t magic, but

I still have this feeling that I’m living inside a box

The fear I felt as a child has turned into a strange kind of waiting

“Come on, let’s go, to a world you never knew” —

if someone pulled me out, would tomorrow be any different?

An ordinary day inside an ordinary box

Just the same as ever, nothing happens at all

The world I once knocked on out of nowhere hasn’t a single crack — how dull

I know the earth is round and the four seasons aren’t magic, but

I still have this feeling that I’m living inside a box

The fear I felt as a child has turned into a strange kind of waiting

“Come on, let’s go, to a world you never knew” —

if someone pulled me out, would tomorrow be any different?

When I was little, everything was so enormous

I believed this place was a giant’s box

and wondered if one day it would throw me out of the box

That frightened little kid has somehow become an adult for whom the box is too small

and is still waiting, without even knowing who you are

The fear I felt as a child has turned into a strange kind of waiting

“Come on, let’s go, to a world you never knew” —

if someone pulled me out, would tomorrow be any different? I still feel like I’m inside

a box, living there. If tomorrow were a day completely unlike today

If I grow a little more, if I reach out a little further, could I get out of here?

Will there ever be a day like that?