Larson / Hoffsten)



when you lose face

it's good to have one in reserve

a soul with no face

would surly be void in this world



wrapped in foil

for pain and for joy

a box full of faces

a box full of faces

a box full of faces



without any face

feet would be dancing with death

leaving no trace

heart burning up in it's breath



laying in a hole

exchanging your soul

for a box full of faces

a box full of faces

a box full of tears



one to trust, one to doubt

one to fit in the crowd

one for any time and place



a box full of faces...



one for love, one for hate

one for getting past the gate



one for power and pride

one to help you hide



one for crying out loud