Misery Box

from Same Sights, New Light by Siva.

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This is our second album "Same Sights, New Light". Comes in a high quality 4-panel Digipack with 12 page full color booklet including all the lyrics plus original artwork illustrations by Romy Blümel.

A digital version of all the 10-tracks of the "Same Sights, New Light" Album is included with this order. You can download the release immediatly in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or other audiophile formats after you order this item.

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Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Photograph, Spies in the Trees, Same Sights, New Light, Misery Box, We're Off Air, The Story Is Complete, but I Think We've Lost the Book, Opinion Leader, and Capturing Ghosts. , and , .

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lyrics

we walk in circles, read the signs
and drift toward another side
as we count the stranded sentiments
the colours don't collide
for as long as we are a part of it.

you paint the walls
as you try to comprehend
you stand and fall
as you're writing it feels wrong
put the shadows in the box where they belong
into the box where they belong

pick the pieces up the floor
you're looking for the consequence
of the compromises and the demands
you made but didn't want
as you became a part of it

sorting out
caving in
speeding up
don't tip one over

bring the spark
fold it out
let it sink

sorting out
caving in
speeding up
don't tip us over

bring the spark
fold it out
wondering

you paint the walls
as you're writing it feels wrong
put the shadows in the box where they belong

as we count the stranded sentiments
the colours don't collide
for as long as we are a part of it
for as long as we are a part of it

you put them all into the box where they belong
you put them all into the box where they belong
you put them all into the box where they belong
you put them all
back into the box where they belong