Music Box

What a pleasure to feel alive
While music is playing
It seeps straight into the heart
Like a windup figure spinning round
I run through my life as if I'm on the edge of a knife
They ask what's my obsession
My heart, it beats for inspiration
But I won't say a word anymore
No, no, no

Maybe you feel bad
Or maybe you're upset
Maybe you're alone
No, no, no
Maybe you need help
Please give me all the facts
What's inside your head
No, no, no
My music box is silent, so am I
You know, no, no
But if you can repair it then maybe I say yes

I sometimes lose control
Humming a tunе to calm down
This box no longer works
So what's the point of
This uselеss beauty when it is empty inside
No one has ever seen you just the way you are
Why do we always stand
For empty words and lies
That's how we ruin things
That's why I left it all behind