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