Boxes (Redux)

We're gonna crash and burn
Don't deny it
In the peak
Of the storm
We did board as one
Through the awning
In the bleach
Of the cold

Let's go down so we can hear what glory says
So we can work it out
Let's go down so we can hear what glory says
So we can work it out

'Cause those bitter skies are made to turn us round
So please don't touch us down
Don't let the wheels come undone
'Cause I can't let you out

We don't need to die
Unless you want it
But our wings
Are torn
We don't need to climb
Through the jury
Of the touch
And go

'Cause those bitter skies are made to turn us round
(So) please don't touch us down
Don't let the wheels come undone
Cause I can't let you out

There's a ripple in the cold black cloud
So that we can work it out
And climb away
So we can work it out
And climb away
So we can work it out