Текст песни Marty Willson-Piper - Sleepy Metal Box
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Sleepy Metal Box how many secrets can you holdInside your head how many stories have you toldA secret life, a seaworld swimAnd you at the bottom where most things beginBiscuit crumb graveyard how much sweetnessInside your head you scheme with the neatnessA forty mile leap to the bedroom floorAnd black sugar in a cake-stand warSpeckled moon with a slight dipThe sky is a pencil and you`re the tipDraw me an ocean where I can swimOr a Sleepy Metal Box where I can beginLacey lacey can the curtains copeThrow me a ladder or swing me a ropeI`m a romantic gypsy kingStealing the box where all things beginI purchase wicker baskets emptyAnd fill them up so there is plentyDown at the bottom when everything`s goneYour grateful circle has again begunJoining the sun with a curving lineSink behind the cloak of timeThrow me the moon I`ll check it`s lockedSleepy Sleepy Metal Box