Ed Harcourt

The Music Box

The music box is all that's left in the empty house

Must've left it when they moved out

In a hurry to flee the town

Armoured tanks broke through all of the soldier's ranks

You can be sure they weren't shooting blanks

From bodies laid out on the ground

There's a song your father had sung

When you were just knee high

Now a soldier plays the same tune

From the toy you left behind

Something to remind you

Burnt to black there's a face you don't recognize

Just a doll with hollow eyes

And a feeling you can't describe

In factories, toys are made by the companies

Who create our killing machines

So the planet can rest at ease

There's a story you had to hear

When you couldn't sleep at all

Now the pages are burning

In some sad unholy war

Something to remind you

The ones you left behind you

Something to remind you

The ones you left behind you

The music box plays a song that I used to love

But now I can't remember what it was

For my memory has faded