Though I shut the box
Still I hear it
One voice through the lock
In its song, a prophecy
Why must it haunt me
Why does it want me
Every night, I’m drawn to the music
Drawn into a heaven in hell
Every day, I try not to choose it
To refuse a heaven in hell
Lost and found in its arms
Lost and found in its arms
Lost and found in its arms
Lost and found in its arms
Each note tells a tale
Yet unwritten
I breathe, it exhales
Warning in its melody
Why must it haunt me
Why does it want me
Every night, I’m drawn to the music
Drawn into a heaven in hell
Every day, I try not to choose it
To refuse a heaven in hell
Lost and found in its arms
Lost and found in its arms
Lost and found in its arms
Lost and found in its arms
Why must it haunt me
Why does it want me
Every night, I’m drawn to the music
Drawn into a heaven in hell
Every day, I try not to choose it
To refuse a heaven in hell
Lost and found in its arms
Lost and found in its arms
Lost and found in its arms
Lost and found in its arms