[Lyric] Chinese Box (The Grinning Plowman)

She's smelling oranges now
Collapsed on the floor
Splashing in far pavillons

It's the thought you're thinking
That keeps your eyes from blinking
To sense a thickness starting at the ceiling

Chinese box
Within a box
Within a box

She spits and wrestles
With the voice-of-the-wind
Breathing against no window

It's the thought you're thinking
Sensations of sinking
Into the trickery of art and reason

Chinese box
Within a box
Within a box...