Texty: Zoe Lawrence. Play with me.

Something in a little box
let it be hope, let it be hope
something in a little box
let it be home, lett it be home

in the shadow of your destiny
where you find some pointless irony
and the greatest thing will never make a difference
and the hopelessness of your time with me
and the blackness of the ivory
and the finding out theres no one left to play
with me
play with me

Something in a futile heart
let it be love, to be loved
Something in a futile heart
let it be wings
wings to fly fly away


in the shadow of your destiny
where you find some pointless irony
and the greatest thing will never make a difference
and the hopelessness of your time with me
and the blackness of the ivory
and the finding out theres no one left to play
with me
play with me

Standing there is a little girl
let us be friends, let us be friends
Standing there is a little girl
take it away
take it, box it, shelf it
take away the little things
like the box and the heart with wings


in the shadow of your destiny
where you find some pointless irony
and the greatest thing will never make a difference
and the hopelessness of your time with me
and the blackness of the ivory
and the finding out theres no one left to play
with me

and the finding out theres no one left
and the finding out theres no one left
and the finding out theres no one left

and the finding out theres no one left
and the finding out theres no one left
and the finding out theres no one left
to play
with me
play with me