Box - There is a Light That Never Goes Out

The hand so tainted

Dried out eyes

Still lukewarm times

The same path

If it’s the obvious consolation

Give me silence or every bit of your heart

Give me, give me

There was nothing that I wanted

Can’t disentangle?

Can’t disentangle?

Probing words are just repeated and repeated

Tangle and disentangle

Falling down

Clinging on grabbing nothing

Falling down

Where I can see

You falling down