I look straight in front of me
And what do I see?
The top to a box
That holds me in forcefully
If I ever get out of here
There will be so much to say
These thousand thoughts
I paint on my skin
In less than one day

Branded are my thoughts
In eight rows of four
Forever engraved
For your eyes to look on
Waiting to be folded
And placed in a suit
Stamped on the front
And then dropped through a shoot

(chorus)

If I ever find my way to you
If I ever find my way to you
With all my thoughts open to you on the page
To bring you joy and help you through
I wanna help you through each day