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