Lyrics to The Music Box

He kept her locked,

In his mother's antique jewelry box

And she'd always spin when he called

Like a good little girl

She'd remind him of his mother and

The pin-up girls his father kept

A secret in the bottom of his dresser drawer

He'd always loved her for

The gentle way she'd tilt her head

And that sad-eyed grin she wore

With her hair tied back, she would pirouette

Across her mahogany course

He'd tell her it could be worse

Then he'd shut her up in the dark again so that he

Could say his prayers

And he'd search for God in a darkening room

But God's not in the dark, and He's not in the gloom

He's not in the fire that follows you home

Every day after school, when you're walking alone

He's not in those tremors that shake you from bed

And He's not in those hideous dreams in your head

But He waits in the silence

That great guilty silence that falls

When the music stops