(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