In Your Pockets - 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