The Box 歌词

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