polly gone wrong - pocket lyrics
a pocket full of honey
for a day in the workshop
and i axe and cleave and graft
so the honey doesn’t stop, and
calloused hands til autumn
til the sun bows her head
but i’d rather this reality
than a pencil full of lead
and with every drop of the hammer
i know that it makes me tall
and though my arms are heavy with work
my bones, they sing with my soul
my boots are made for this
so i can trundle through
air bites my skin and makes me feel anew
the fire [?] of autumn leaves are fading now
the ashes have all fallеn
found their place within the ground
thеy turned to silver_grey from golden
the soil will hold them close
drag them down without a sound
they’ve fallen
they’ve fallen down
a pocket full of honey
for a day in the workshop
and i axe and cleave and graft
so the honey doesn’t stop, and
calloused hands til autumn
til the sun bows her head
but i’d rather this reality
than a pencil full of lead
كلمات أغنية عشوائية
- daysend - blood of angels lyrics
- tamar - merry christmas darling lyrics
- ya boy - is it you lyrics
- rizzle kicks - i love you more than you think lyrics
- ft iggy azalea sean paul - wickedest style (ft. iggy azalea) - sean paul lyrics
- marco polo - west coast love lyrics
- sunset rd - esclavos de la piel lyrics
- audubon - f.m.l.t.n.t lyrics
- brandon avery smith - better lyrics
- delirious - rivival town lyrics