Mark Lenover - The Music Box Lyrics
He kept her locked,In his mother's antique jewelry boxAnd she'd always spin when he calledLike a good little girlShe'd remind him of his mother andThe pin-up girls his father keptA secret in the bottom of his dresser drawerHe'd always loved her forThe gentle way she'd tilt her headAnd that sad-eyed grin she woreWith her hair tied back, she would pirouetteAcross her mahogany courseHe'd tell her it could be worseThen he'd shut her up in the dark again so that heCould say his prayersAnd he'd search for God in a darkening roomBut God's not in the dark, and He's not in the gloomHe's not in the fire that follows you homeEvery day after school, when you're walking aloneHe's not in those tremors that shake you from bedAnd He's not in those hideous dreams in your headBut He waits in the silenceThat great guilty silence that fallsWhen the music stops