Boxes

The man on the box tells us all not to move but to stay there So I live in my box, it is quite a nice box, so I'll stay here Plenty of room, lots of things I can do while I'm waiting, waiting for you And every day the man just appears and says stay there So I sit in my box and look out at the plants in my garden Here in my box, I can watch them flower and grow Plenty of room, lots of things I can do while I'm waiting, waiting for you And every day the man just appears and says stay there Inside my box I get things that I need sent here to me While the world goes on by in the box that I have in the corner What can I do, can I fill up the time while I'm waiting, waiting for you? And every day the man just appears and says stay there All of us have boxes, some are big and some are small And all of us are terrified of the monster beyond our walls We see the sights of suffering of those who went before We see them on our boxes and feel sorry for them all Once, long ago, I remember we all had our freedom We didn't need boxes; we didn't need to be told But the man on the box shows me the slides from the presentation he gave Nothing has changed and I still need to stay there Nothing has changed and I still need to stay there Nothing has changed and I still need to stay there