Lyrics
At the back of the house
In the dark and the damp
Lives a waif of a girl
By the light of a lamp
And the slit in the door
Casting shadows no more
So she knows he'll soon be there
She sits in her dress
All tatted and torn
Just cradling her faith
All matted and worn
But the hope of escape
Is just out of her grasp
Cause she knows he'll soon be there
So for now she has to dream of better days
Furnish the feeling that she'll always be afraid
What she would give if she could only pick the locks
But for now, for now, she's the girl in the box
Come see her body it's a map of someone's rage
Clutters her head with thoughts of trying to get away
Earned her diploma from the school of harder knocks
But for now, for now, she's the girl in the box
At the back of the house, nestled under the stairs
Lives the girl in a box, sits alone with her fears
All fingers and skin, now the pain will begin
As it seeps into her veins
And so his stale spirit breathe
And the jealousy rage
Will prevent the poor girl
From even seeing a day
So he locks her away
For his personal play
In his kingdom she still reigns
So for now she has to dream of better days
Furnish the feeling that she'll always be afraid
What she would give if she could only pick the locks
But for now, for now, she's the girl in the box
Come see her body it's a map of someone's rage
Clutters her head with thoughts of trying to get away
Earned her diploma from the school of harder knocks
But for now, for now, she's the girl in the box
(The box, the box, the box, the box, the box)
So for now she has to dream of better days
(She's the girl in the box)
Furnish the feeling that she'll always be afraid
(She's the girl in the box)
What she would give if she could only pick the locks