Johnny Flynn In Your Pockets
Hold me care-tight, hold me spellbound
Cold and hand held over new ground
Ancient whims have led us here
Calling things have chewed our ears
Skin's been drawn tight, breaking dawn-light
We're a well, a well from full heights
Oh, you're my place to go
It's in your shadows, learning, gathered
In your pockets, children gathered
Oh, now you're all I know
If I walk near you I hear voices
Swirling truths and fractured choices
Rapture in the sycamores, spinning to the seed-strewn floor
Wet green shoots still as dead roots
Well met, well met, my dear one
Oh, you're my place to go
It's in your shadows, learning, gathered
In your pockets, children gathered
Oh, now you're all I know
Mountains found us, rivers came by
All the green things, all the blue sky
Song of sorrow, song of death
Song to step out emptiness
Sing these songs of ages gone by
Song about the future could lie
Oh, you're my place to go
It's your shadows, learning, gathered
In your pockets, children gathered
Oh, now you're all I know
We're a well, a well from full heights
Oh, you're my place to go
It's in your shadows, learning, gathered
In your pockets, children gathered
Oh oh, now you're all I know
