Put me in my box
Put me in my box
Kiss me
Or kill me
Put me in my box

I find myself lost
I find myself lost
Kiss me or kill me
Fell me or fill me

Velvet crush
Against my cheek
Cardboard soles for feet
That have no fear of rain
Anymore
There's a core
That's always poor
Alms for the sick
And the sad and the sore
The punchbowl's full
Of pounds and pence
The party's winding down
And dawn's arms are folded
Hold me like she did
God look what we did

Put me in my box
Put me in my box
Kiss me
Or kill me
Put me in my box