Music Box

[00:23.36] Pinch, pull and stretch the clay

[00:26.39] Swipe away the dust, revealing what's true

[00:31.68] Mold me in your image, and perfectly conceived by voices less careful than you

[00:43.38] Ballerina in your music box, forever turning to the same tune

[00:52.89] Rest your brittle bones, protect your paper skin

[00:58.13] The gears will tire and wind down soon

[01:04.38] Every day is different, though nothing's changed

[01:09.13] They stare, but do they care about what you can't rearrange?

[01:14.62] Who's face is in the mirror today?

[01:21.35] Is it me, or am I in the way?

[01:39.37] Set loose into the maze of the funhouse, of color and game

[01:49.13] Unfazed by the circus, playing over her head

[01:54.12] She will dance for herself all the same

[02:00.84] Ballerina in your music box, forever turning to the same tune

[02:10.36] Rest your brittle bones, protect your paper skin

[02:15.10] The gears will tire and wind down soon

[02:21.12] Every day is different, though nothing's changed

[02:26.61] They stare, but do they care about what you can't rearrange?

[02:32.36] Who's face is in the mirror today?

[02:38.37] Is it me, or am I in the way?

[02:58.12] Ballerina in your music box, forever turning to the same tune

[03:07.32] Rest your brittle bones, protect your paper skin

[03:12.86] The gears will tire and wind down soon

[03:21.34] Every day is different, though nothing's changed

[03:26.60] They stare, but do they care about what you can't rearrange?

[03:32.63] Who's face is in the mirror today?

[03:39.61] Is it me, or am I in the way?