| 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 |