Pockets Songtext
von Fiora

Don′t you wish you could have known,
Guess it's funny how it gets you sometimes
Travel in the come and go,
With the shadows whispering fast behind
To feed you to your gods
So you fill that empty cup you carry
With all the things you should have known,
But let it go


You only reap what you sow,
So love the way that you know
And line your pockets with gold
Pockets with gold
Though loves a pleasure to hold
Some things are better let go
So line your pockets with gold
Pockets with gold

I can see how far it goes
When you lose yourself you bleed into me
So teach me how to breathe below
In the dark you left your laugh behind
To fall in furrowed sense
When you′re all at peace and still like diamonds
Gathering your magic slow
So let it go


You only reap what you sow,
So love the way that you know
And line your pockets with gold
Pockets with gold
For love's a pleasure to hold
So lose the critic in tow
And line your pockets with gold
Pockets with gold