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