《Pockets》歌词

[00:00:00] Pockets (口袋) - Beautiful South

[00:00:22] Here comes Pockets

[00:00:26] His trousers hold a thousand deadly sins

[00:00:31] The maddest things we ever found in bins

[00:00:37] He clutches them and looks at you and grins

[00:00:44] Here comes Pockets

[00:00:48] The children wary of what they may contain

[00:00:54] The linen may have changed the contents same

[00:00:59] A trouser-treasure island with no name

[00:01:07] And socially at the platform that the timetable forgot

[00:01:13] Picking up used tickets in a station of have-nots

[00:01:19] When you're on that train of thought

[00:01:21] You pass some pretty funky stops

[00:01:24] When you're on that train of thought

[00:01:26] You pass some pretty funky stops

[00:01:30] That's the Pocket let him be

[00:01:35] That's the Pocket let him be

[00:01:49] Here comes Pockets

[00:01:53] Picking up the things we cannot see

[00:01:58] A bicycle a dame a Christmas tree

[00:02:04] Things of no value to you or me

[00:02:11] Here comes Pockets

[00:02:15] Reduced through history to just a crawl

[00:02:21] History turns the tall into the small

[00:02:26] But natural born trawlers love to trawl

[00:02:34] And the guitar of his dreams hangs upon some wall

[00:02:40] Or laying underneath the staircase in a hall

[00:02:46] We can carry dreams but we can't hold them all

[00:02:51] That's why we learn the Blues before we actually fall

[00:02:56] That's the Pocket let him be

[00:03:02] That's the Pocket let him be

[00:03:16] And he's clinging on to hope

[00:03:19] Like the oak tree to the gale

[00:03:28] 'Cause finding one love letter in a sky high jumble sale

[00:03:39] Is one single reason why the Pocket will not fail