Lyrics

In the attic where the dust still dreams
He found a box with silver seams
It whispered songs of nursery rhymes
Of paper moons and crooked chimes

The handle turned the gears awoke
A melody of size and smoke
The laughter froze the shadows stirred
The silence cracked with every word

Sing me the tale of the night untold
Of hearts that wither of hands grown cold
The music whispers it cannot hide
The ghost within that will not die

The painted doll with shattered eyes
Now walks beneath the broken skies
The cradle rocks the candles fade
And time betrays the game it played

Turn the key the circle spins
The song begins the song begins
Shadows dance where angels weep
The box reveals what secrets keep

Sing me the tale of the night untold
Of hearts that wither of hands grown cold
The music withers but it cannot hide
The ghost within that will not die

Now the attic sleeps again
But I can hear the faint refrain
A child’s song both sweet and grim
Still turning on forever dim