His Box

Hold his hand as she make a point She makes a point of reference She is very cold indeed Nothing ever happens in his box Oh Oh Oh Oh Buddha speaks quietly in the night Can you see what you know Buddha says there is no wrong or right You just reap what you sow Oh Oh Oh Still not able to see the sun Desperately looks for the door Blinded by the fool inside Everything is happening in his box Oh Oh Oh Buddha is giggling out of sight (sight) There's no such thing as shame With a light blow the box has gone He's with himself again Oh Oh Oh Oh