Memory Box

There's so much time for holding hands
When you're sleeping with your man, in the ground
So while we're awake lets keep joking
While we're awake we're sleep walking
When we're awake the more i learn about you

There's so much time for lying around
When you're sleeping with your man, in the ground
So while we're awake lets keep singing
While we're awake keep the telephone ringing
When we're awake the more i learn about you

The Magic, that is you
The Magic, that is you

Like others, a memory box above your mothers bed
Inside she wrote the first words that you ever said
I got my whole life here in the time i'm smoking on
Back of news i have a fun time, y'know a sick and dying whale
This is the story of our tale
This is the story of our tale

I got my whole life here in the time i'm smoking on
Back of news i have a fun time, y'know a sick and dying whale
This is the story of our tale
You're not a sick and dying whale
This is the story of our tale