What is this old box I’m living in?What is this old life I’m holding on?I could live in a shell and never know no hellBut I can’t live in a world like thatI’ve got to be free in my morning.You could leave me if you were hereBut now I’m singing to no oneThere’s no one here.What is this old life I’m holding on?Watch me come down now like king kongBeing shot from a tower.