Marty Willson - Sleepy Metal Box

Sleepy Metal Box how many secrets can you hold
Inside your head how many stories have you told
A secret life, a seaworld swim
And you at the bottom where most things begin
Biscuit crumb graveyard how much sweetness
Inside your head you scheme with the neatness
A forty mile leap to the bedroom floor
And black sugar in a cake-stand war


Speckled moon with a slight dip
The sky is a pencil and you're the tip
Draw me an ocean where I can swim
Or a Sleepy Metal Box where I can begin


Lacey lacey can the curtains cope
Throw me a ladder or swing me a rope