…Me a music box of the Wild Kitty She doesn’t know she has it all. Take me in the hands, Blow away the dust And wind up the toy
Of… Of no avail, All my creaks and cracks are in vain. But I have the nights To fly into your dreams and play, And make the sound of Love, life, silence and screaming out, Pain, joy, freedom and death of hope.
Apologize, but I’m not sure The spring can stand the strain. Take me in the hands, Blow away the dust And wind up the toy