Johnny Flynn - In Your Pockets Lyrics
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In Your Pockets
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What Are The Lyrics For In Your Pockets By Johnny Flynn?
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 |
Who Wrote In Your Pockets By Johnny Flynn?
John Patrick Vivian Flynn
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What's The Duration Of The In Your Pockets By Johnny Flynn?The duration of In Your Pockets is 3:16 minutes and seconds. |
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