The music box keeps playing
His haunting melody-
It's the only thing that I have left
That screams of memories.
And every night without knowing why
I wind it up again,
Letting him cry me to sleep
As I wait for it to end.
Where once I saw sweet innocence
And his love so pure and true,
I now see horror, a sweeping black hole,
Thats' center is me and you.
Watching the ballerina dance,
My heart seems to beat in time.
I wonder if I would spin for you
If you whispered your quiet rhyme.
With your music box inside my head
I quietly pace the floor.
Remembering all the words you said
And how they're gone forever more.
But it strikes me at how the dancer
And myself are so confused-
So quickly there we both would spin
Every time you sang your tune.