Box lyrics - Charlotte Church

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.