Pocket Songtext
von Polly Gone Wrong

A pocket full of honey for a day in the workshop
I axe and cleave and graft
So the honey doesn′t stop
Callous hands 'til Autumn ′til the sun bows her head
But I'd rather this reality than a pencil full of lead

And oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

And with every drop of the hammer
I know that it makes me take
And though my arms are heavy with work
My bones they sing with my soul
My boots are made for this
So I can try not to
Air bites my skin and makes me feel anew


Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

The fire of autumn leaves are fading now
The ashes have fallen, found a place within the ground
They've turned to silver grey from golden
The soil will hold them close, track them down without a sound

Oh they′ve fallen down (falling down)
Fallen down
Fallen down (ah, ah, ah)

A pocket full of honey for a day in the workshop
I axe and cleave and graft
So the honey doesn′t stop
Callous hands 'til Autumn ′til the sun bows her head
But I'd rather this reality than a pencil full of lead

And oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh