The Box

The storm was high on Monday

When someone found the box

It promised hope and future

Can't tell you what it cost

To spare us from the northern wind

As we walked our lonely track

The box was found on Monday

But I don't want to give it back

The water tastes so sweet tonight

And the heat restores my soul

Something doesn't feel right

But it's under my control

A hunted little soul

Feeding the machine

We took their precious token

So we can use it anywhere

We marvelled at its colours

And how we're free to dream and dare

Dream and dare

The water's not so good tonight

And I think I'll just be cold

I can't afford the heat or light

And the pleasure's growing old

A hundred little souls

Feeding the machine

We took their precious token

So we can use it anywhere

We marvelled at its colours

And how we're free to dream and dare

And with their precious token

They know exactly where we've been

They wondered at our dullness

And now we're slaves to the machine

And soon there came a time

They wanted mind and soul

And all I thought was mine

Was out of my control

A hundred million souls

Lost in the machine

We took their precious token

So we can use it anywhere

We marvelled at its colours

And how we're free to dream and dare

And with their precious token

They know exactly where we've been

They wondered at our dullness

And now we're slaves to the machine

The storm was high on Monday

When someone found the box

It stole our hope and future

Can't tell you what it cost

It tore us like the northern wind

Sold us down our lonely track

The box was found on Monday

But I don't know how to give it back

One thing can revoke the hardest sentence

And that's repentance

And I meant it

I've been trying to forgive you

For the bad times that we lived through

That would surely be a breakthrough

To change the world

That would change the world

Let me go