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