Inside your ribcage | |
There's a carousel | |
It spins around and around | |
While the children sit and hold on | |
To the land where everybody is good | |
Inside your ribcage everybody is good | |
Inside your ribcage | |
There is a half note | |
It holds for two beats | |
I try to fill it with the things that I think you need | |
But I leave you with one beat | |
Now there is a fire safe inside your ribcage | |
And although you still feel safe | |
You're not spinning | |
You're not beating | |
You're just safe |