I opened up the music box I wish you would have changed the locks To keep me from replaying All the feelings I've been saving I did not keep them locked up inside I did not take my steps in stride Thought you were bluffing, trampled on you Went from friends to nothing Radio turns to gold And paves the way To find my home When I'm alone Overeager and underway I risked it all, I had to say What opened me up for the beating But the heart is for bleeding With scraps of songs I paste along The seams of my clumsy tongue In hopes of creating the golden notes That might bring you back to me Radio turns to gold And paves the way To find my home When I'm alone Like phantoms on the highway After holiday, gritting their teeth Racing to find a place for their soul Or at least a place... that's less familiar We offer up our heart before The heart's invited or asked for Oh no, here I go my friend, I'm repeating But the heart is for bleeding... And I've said all I can say I am retreating, on my way Music box, play my song I'll sing along To that bitterly sweet tone When I'm alone...