Small Boxes - Black Light Dinner Party

It was too much in the house we lived in

It was your man, I had known that it was him

He looked around at us

His eyes were bound and cross

His face, dirty with rage

Trees all gone, I walked home alone again

The red and plush underneath your pillow

The hill runs down to stay under the ground

I’ll crawl in there floating on sound

You promised her, you promised her, she’d laugh a little

You promise her again, I’ll take it all back

You promised her, don’t promise her, things she’ll never get, no

I promised her that I would hold her hand

One arm, two feet holding small like child

If we could meet again just for a while

In time we learn, don’t fake the sound of pain

In the road, don’t cross without me

You promised her, you promised her, she’d laugh a little

You promise her again, I’ll take it all back

You promised her, don’t promise her, things she’ll never get, no

I promised her that I would hold her hand