Keep all of our boxes; lock them up tight

Drop them in the wells that are our minds

Boxes and bells, boxes and bells,

Living alone in our personal hells

Each box leaves a warning- a single bell

Ringing so clearly in a personal hell

Boxes so deep forget they are there

Open up suddenly if the locks don’t receive proper care

Rusted locks let the secrets out,

Standing alone and wanting to shout

Boxes and bells, deep wells are hell,

Cause if you forget that its there,

If you lie to yourself so well

That you can’t remember what’s real

How can you heal?

Lock up our boxes and drop them inside

Fall deep in the wells that are our minds

Down there deep where the secrets keep

At the bottom of wells, madness dwells

How can you heal

When you only feel fear

And you lock it all up again

And drop it back down again

And it all starts all over again

Ringing and ringing

The boxes bells

Ringing out warnings

From the bottom of wells

Somewhere down there the past dwells

Ringing and ringing

In boxes and bells.