Staring down the sharp steel
The sightless reject a floating world
Trading cattle for beans
And trumpets for crumbling walls

And when bones break like glass
And the swingin’ begins, watch your words
Cause heavy lie the horns
Of the pretty and fake

So sing to me, Irishman
Of all I thought I’d never know
Memories played as a movie reel
Like a junior high dance
On a red brick patio

And so it grows

Journey into the cracks
Cause Brower’s worth more than foolish gold
Leave the dead to the crows
And the ghosts to their haunted halls

And when hair falls away
And vision is blurred, what can be said
For the scars that remain
And the labored yet blissful walk?

So come with me down this road
To a place I thought we’d never knows
Where the magazines make our time so sweet
And the stone brings a change
That we’ll forever show

And so it grows

Lyrics submitted by Chamber Lace

Black Box Serenade song meanings
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