The boxin' up process has just begun Packed like sardines, Baked by the rays of a never-dawning sun
Stop dreamin' of the Cinderella story Shoes can be tied for everyday glory
Turn your back to the sun So I won't be a shooting star no more Your icy glare Is surely going to catch my fall
And this is your kingdom, I'm giving it to you now And it's not a crystal shoe, that made me think about it But now it's just my knees, bending to make you see What you don't seem to see What you can't seem to hear What you don't seem to feel And this is your kingdom, I'm giving it you now
What you don't seem to see What you can't seem to hear What you can't seem to reach What you don't seem to feel
Turn your back to the sun So I won't be a shooting star no more Your icy glare Is surely going to catch my fall
Now you've been given new senses You can't tell me that you're apathetic If you know this, it's the right time to face it.