A Broken Music Box Lyrics

Let's talk about crying for a sec

You know, when I was young, I knew this kid

And they had a favorite toy

A music box

What became a broken music box

Now, this thing was shaped like an old carriage

With spinning wheels

And a place to yoke a horse

It used to play this

Kinda haunting melody

Some sort of classical piece, I…

I don't remember

Ehm… but the kid was playing one day

Just wheeling it back and forth on the table

Until a slip too far

And the box went flying

Now, it flew across the room

Landed on the stone floor

And cracked wide open

Heartbroken, crying…

The child begged, and pleaded

For somebody to fix this toy

That they just loved, so much

And...

And they tried as hard as they could, but

The thing eventually just became this…

This gluey mess

Like, the carriage wheels wouldn't spin

And there were these big cracks all through it

I mean, the music box part of it still worked

So I guess that helps

And you know

At least it was in one piece again

That night, like most

The kid brought this music box to bed with them

You know, they still-

It was still their favourite toy

They were-

They still found it so special

And then

Safely tucked away

Under the darkness of the blankets

They noticed a glimmer

And looking as closely as they could

Eyes fixed to the widest cracks

They saw it

This little light swelling inside

Now, on that night

And every night after, I assume

The music box never left their side

It was kind of mean of me then, but

I used to make fun of them for believing

Like, whenever they showed it to me

It wouldn't glow

I never saw it at night, but

Even still… I just didn't believe

Nowadays, like, we still reconnect

Every year or so

We keep up with each other

And honestly I'd forgotten about this story, until…

I went to one of their exhibitions

They are an artist now

They may-

They mostly work with ceramics

They didn't remember the story

But...

But they must have

At least, like, subconsciously, cause-

So, they work exclusively with

The practice and philosophy of Kintsugi

You know, make a pot

Break it in some gentle way

And then reassemble it

Nowadays they use a clear resin

I mean they used to use gold, but

What they're trying to do now

Is put a little light inside the pot

And then when that glows

It celebrates the cracks

It celebrates…

How beautiful they can be

And doesn't that sound familiar?

I often wonder

If something happened to me

When I was a kid

You know, something like this

And how that might have shaped me

In some unknown way

And how it might change

The things that I do

The music that I make

Or…

The life that I live