Mossfyre

Lyrics

Box Of Light
B. Gibson

There’s an omen in the sky just south of town
The sweet distraction’s beatin’ a good man down
The face that launched a thousand ships is right on cue
This sketchy vessel needs a two man crew

The stilted archer’s aim is far from true
The resurrection of a tear so deeply blue
A wanton sailor with a vaunted weekend pass
I smell the tainted nectar in my glass

I need a box of light A source of sweet desire
I’ve gotta put it right To coax that angels’ choir

This lover’s franchise serves a worthwhile crime
The striking Diva sings in perfect time
The thirsty patrons hide their private war
So tip the jar and let the spirits pour

It takes an army to avenge a swollen heart
A garden sated by the Queen apostle’s dart
No steed awaits to ride at this affair
So place your wager, spill the gambler’s share

I need a box of light A source of sweet desire
I’ve gotta put it right To coax that angels’ choir

I need a box of light A source of sweet desire
I’ve gotta put it right To coax that angels’ choir