Verse One - Steve Cyning:
I spend hours in the storage loft up above the roof space.
Itchy eyes, I blew the dust of a suitcase.
Felt the weathered leather, hours and its very seconds.
Tiny golden logo took the sunlight in all directions
Shield my eyes, cursing it in heavens name
Snapped the locks, grabbed the top and made it elevate.
Breath of fresh air whispering my very name.
It pulled me in, like the Narnia closet.
It slammed shut; I heard the dirt hit the coffin top.
Kick in blind panic. Grim reaper measured up
all my love, all my life, burning hate and depth of rhymes.
Felt his cloak touch my arm, then I closed my eyes.

Hook - Steve Cyning & Cher Koper:
I keep a world in my suitcase. (In my suitcase.)
I keep a world in my suitcase. (In my suitcase.)
I keep a world in my suitcase. (In my suitcase.)
My kingdom.


Verse Two- Steve Cyning:
It opened up in ninety-one. Overheard the doctors say
they'd seen the classic head nod moving in my sonogram.
I felt a subtle hum, the drum of a heartbeat.
Under water party man, kicking it with my feet.
I felt the cold and then my whole world changed.
Sweet smell of towels and it all felt strange.
In a suitcase, I recognized for what it was.
First trip to heaven was the ceiling planes flying past.

Hook

Verse Three - Steve Cyning:
Opened up my suitcase to the girl that I invited in.
Love and Lyrics make queen of my -ah- lions den
Taste of cherry blossoms sticky on her lips
No girl in the world has me feeling like this.
You left me goosebumps, and you read 'em like braille.
Your polished nails explain how thats making you feel.
Those tiny little details say more than you care tell.
I send you love letters from my lungs through the airmail.
Cross your tows, bite your lip, take it slow.
Barry White till the break of dawn.
One more time, before we're taking it home.
First things first, lets keep the suitcase closed

Hook

Verse Four - Steve Cyning:
The stowaway made captain. The suitcase my passion.
I navigate my dreams like the frigate that flies
I'm sailing for the stars where I make 'em collide.
It's the fine line of timing and just living this life.
When the waves hit the city and it floods like the ocean
why dwell on the moment, while the world is in motion?
I keep my suitcase in case that it all falls down
I wish ya save travels, make the world go 'round.