Lyrics

A jewel cornered box, ornate gold trim
There must be something inside
That tears at your need to have everything
What is it I have to hide

How could such a small thing
Be all giving to me

What if I told you
That all I am holding is hope on a string
The last word’s unspoken
So leave it unopened
It will be better that way

The first woman’s gift, quite admired
A blessing deep in disguise
Go on continue to pry but you won’t find
What you can’t recognize

What you wouldn’t give
To escape with all this

What if I told you
That all I am holding is hope on a string
The last Word’s unspoken
So leave it unopened
It will be better that way
So much better that way