Tin Box

In a tin box stuffed with souls

Somewhere between first and fourth floor

With coffee cups and stray elbows

I awkwardly stare at the door

In the corner of my eye

Suspends a leather briefcase

I wonder what lies inside

And suddenly I yearn to say

I have love

I have love

In my daydream we are more

All our energies combine

And we are one bright, travelling force

Ascending into the skies

I have love

I have love

Oooo and the lights are flashing by

Oooo I'm alive