Memory Box

There's so much time for holding hands When you're sleeping with your man, in the ground So while we're awake lets keep joking While we're awake we're sleep walking When we're awake the more I learn about you There's so much time for lying around When you're sleeping with your man, in the ground So while we're awake lets keep singing While we're awake keep the telephone ringing When we're awake the more I learn about you The Magic, that is you The Magic, that is you Like others, a memory box above your mothers bed Inside she wrote the first words that you ever said I got my whole life here in the time I'm smoking on Back of news I have a fun time, y'know a sick and dying whale This is the story of our tale This is the story of our tale I got my whole life here in the time I'm smoking on Back of news I have a fun time, y'know a sick and dying whale This is the story of our tale You're not a sick and dying whale This is the story of our tale