Boxes (Redux)

We're gonna crash and burn, don't deny it

In the peak of a storm

We did board as one through the awning

In the bleach of the cold

Let's go down so we can hear what glory says

So we can work it out

Let's go down so we can hear what glory says

So we can work it out

'Cause those bitter skies are made to turn us round

So please don't touch us down

Don't let the wheels come under

'Cause I can't let you out

We don't need to die unless you want it

But our wings are torn

We don't need to climb through the jury

Of the touch and go

'Cause those bitter skies are made to turn us round

So please don't touch us down

Don't let the wheels come under

'Cause I can't let you out

There's a ripple in the cold, black cloud

So that we can work it out and climb away

So that we can work it out and climb away

So that we can work it out