Pockets - 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