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

I'm a romantic gypsy king

Stealing the box where all things begin

I purchase wicker baskets empty

And fill them up so there is plenty

Down at the bottom when everything's gone

Your grateful circle has again begun





Joining the sun with a curving line

Sink behind the cloak of time

Throw me the moon I'll check it's locked

Sleepy Sleepy Metal Box