Black boxes and curtains line buildings and hallways
A kind of institution to the higher mind
I live richly make a mess of the earth
Pour my colours into water underground

You bring me mornings so precious
but I sleep right through it
I don’t grieve enough for the fallen, the trees, and the children of the world

Back to black boxes they stir me into a craze
I need a window I need a piece of day

You don’t see all of the blessings standing before you
The red and green lights do not make up
for stars that orbit the sky

Give me patience
Make me bold
Give me more more of
what I can’t hold

You bring me mornings so precious
but I sleep right through it
Red and green lights do not make up
for stars that orbit the sky

Back to black boxes