Текст песни Misc Unsigned Bands - Little Boxes - Dave Dunn

I walk through my days
    in a specified daze, 
         Speculation's, a specialization, of mine. 

Creating a maze, 
     a complicated cage, 
         this map I've made, often betrays, the mind.

Little bins and little boxes, 
     little t's met with crosses. 
Box after box I do put things in, 
     friends and foes, different kin, 
          and I fear, I'll begin, again. 

The only little box I want to put you in,
     is a house a little home, 
            with a fence built in. 
     with windows and with doors
            and a bed within

      (sus4)               
A space to see the face of a friend. 
        (sus4)                     
    A place to plead our case to the end. 
              (sus4)                      
          A hand to hold with a golden band. 

I wake up these days, 
     plotting my way. 
Trudging through grey,  
      becoming each day, this man. 

Loving a women, 
       whose not right and not wrong. 
She's not weak and not strong, 
        but loved forever long, by her man.     'Cause, 

The only little box I want to put you in,
     is a house a little home, 
            with a fence built in. 
     with windows and with doors
            and a bed within

      (sus4)               
A space to see the face of a friend. 
        (sus4)                     
    A place to plead our case to the end. 
              (sus4)                      
          A hand to hold with a golden band.