Pocket Full of Stars

Foreign. The moon's a coin Its head's all fall

street lights hum a neon crawl where's the meaning where's it all? I chase the

echo Lost in sound Feel the weight of this spinning ground

I got a pocket full of stars no matter the way they light

my hands but they can't stay A thousand sparks they slip,

they stray Pocket full of stars Burning away Pocket.

The city breathes in silver haze Concrete whispers a fleeting phrase I catch the

wind it slips and sways the world's amaze A minute stays