His Box – Dali’s Car – letras

As she make a pointHe makes a point of referenceShe is very cold indeedNothing ever happens in his boxOh… oh… oh… oh…Buddha speaks quietly in the nightCan you see what you knowBuddha says there is no wrong or rightYou just reap what you sowOh… oh… oh…Still not able to see the sunDesperately looks for the doorBlinded by the fool insideEverything is happening in his boxOh… oh… oh…Buddha is giggling out of sight (sight)There’s no such thing as shameWith a light blow the box has goneHe’s with himself againOh… oh…oh…oh…