When everything. When everything was out of reach. The sky was up. The ground was right below our feet We played in boxes. We played in boxes. Cardboard boxes. We played in boxes. We played in
Little boxes, on the hillside,. Little boxes made of ticky-tacky. Little boxes on the hillside,. Little boxes all the same There's a green one, And a pink one. And a blue one, And a yellow one
Little boxes on the hillside. Little boxes made of ticky tacky. Little boxes. Little boxes. Little boxes all the same. There's a green one and a pink one. And a blue one and a yellow one. And
I was trying to pretend that the end wasn't coming. Prolonging the inevitable. In love with what used to be. You loved yourself much more, much more than me. Did you really love me, did you love
Little boxes on the hillside,. Little boxes made of ticky tacky,. Little boxes on the hillside,. Little boxes all the same. There's a green one and a pink one. And a blue one and a yellow one,. And
Out into the fields, I will go flying. Lovers of a train will watch my tracks. Lonely in their, lonely in their boxes. Me, I'm raising, raising the smile. . Out over the moon, I will go running
