His Box

As she make a point
He makes a point of reference
She is very cold indeed
Nothing ever happens in his box

Oh... oh... oh... oh...

Buddha speaks quietly in the night
Can you see what you know
Buddha says there is no wrong or right
You just reap what you sow

Oh... oh... oh...

Still not able to see the sun
Desperately looks for the door
Blinded by the fool inside
Everything is happening in his box

Oh... oh... oh...

Buddha is giggling out of sight (sight)
There's no such thing as shame
With a light blow the box has gone
He's with himself again

Oh... oh...oh...oh...