I've got a box I've got a knife I've got a door that leads out of life Absent lovers Broken friends Give me 6,7,8,9,10
It's coming around again Taking my turn on the turning wheel I'm coming around again
Give me a book Or a line A song to console my mind Sing it right Don't pretend Give me 6,7,8,9,10
It's coming around again Taking my turn on the turning wheel I'm coming around again
Give me a book or a line That relates to my time and my sickness A song that consoles my mind Written by someone who knows how I feel Who's been through the same and can tell me it's real Solve the problem that's inside my head Write an equation, present to my friends Let them know I try and I care but I can't anymore Give me a look or some wine tell me it'll all be fine With my box and my knife And my door out of life Tell me it'll be alright