Black Tin Box — Miike Snow

I bought you a black tin box Something to put your jewelry in But it struck me as the property of the childless It was cold out and warm in

The edges were sharp The edges were sharp Take me down the hillside Show me where they used to play Take me down the hillside Show me where they used to play

Black sheep, black sheep, in the aftershocks Thought he could survive in the black tin box Black sheep, black sheep, in the aftershocks Thought you could survive in the black tin box

I mailed you a Dutch postcard Where I tried to be comforting There were kids, my neighbors, on the sidewalk Playing superman

But the edges were sharp The edges were sharp Take me down the hillside Show me where they used to play Take me down the hillside Show me where they used to play

Your sisters and you Running through the orange light of the after-day

Black sheep, black sheep, in the aftershocks Thought he could survive in the black tin box Black sheep, black sheep, in the aftershocks Thought you could survive in the black tin box