The Black Box

An old man in a frame, throwing eyes at me in a vain, and he cries himself awake.
While a big sister in a train, says 'I am never coming back', and she cries herself awake.
A great uncle hits the screen, exit hope and all his dreams and they cry themselves awake.
Christmas comes and goes for good, the words I lost, the ones I misunderstood, I cry myself awake.

I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to see.

An old man in a frame, throwing eyes at me in a vain, and he cries himself awake.
While a big sister in a train, says 'I am never coming back', and she cries herself awake.
A great uncle hits the screen, exit hope and all his dreams and they cry themselves awake.
Christmas comes and goes for good, the words I lost, the ones I misunderstood, I still cry myself awake.

I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to say.