hands are boxes of caresses
mouths are boxes of kisses
beds are boxes of laziness
everything is just a box after all

eyes are boxes of images
flowers are boxes of scents
dreams are boxes of journeys
that we close in the morning

and the world, the world
nothing but a round box
the world, the world
a box
and the world, the world
nothing but a round box
where
all the boxes fit together

boxes of rhymes are poems
boxes of crimes are revolvers
and the big box of I love you
that beats beneath the sweaters

boxes of rain are clouds
boxes of fish are the ocean
and according to some books
mothers are boxes of children

and the world, the world
just a round box
the world, the world
a box
and the world, the world
just a round box
where
all the boxes fit together

forests are boxes of nature
summer is a box of cicadas
the city is a box of cars
the night is a box of stars

hands are boxes of caresses
mouths are boxes of kisses
beds are boxes of laziness
everything is just a box after all

and the world, the world
just a round box
the world, the world
round like the moon
where one by one
all the boxes fit together

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