Pocket Full of Static

『Pocket Full of Static』


I found a coin in my shoe
And a paper crane in the rain
Your name on a bus stop bench
In a line that nobody claimed

I took a bite of the day
It tasted like mint and smoke
A dog barked at my shadow
Then the whole sky started to joke


And I, I kept it in my fist
That little spark, that little twist
Now the world looks new again
When you say my name like this


Pocket full of static
Pocket full of static
You pull, it all comes back
Pocket full of static
(ah-ah) Pocket full of static
I can't let go of that


There’s a cracked blue mug by the sink
And a ticket from the county fair
I keep old odds and ends
Like they might turn into prayer

Your laugh in the hallway
Your keys in the sugar bowl
I chase the clatter and the color
Till the quiet loses control


And I, I kept it in my fist
That little spark, that little twist
Now the world looks new again
When you say my name like this


Pocket full of static
Pocket full of static
You pull, it all comes back
Pocket full of static
(ah-ah) Pocket full of static
I can't let go of that


Turn it over, shake it out
See what falls, see what stays
Even the small lost pieces
Learn their way back through the haze


Pocket full of static
Pocket full of static
You pull, it all comes back
Pocket full of static
(ah-ah) Pocket full of static
I can't let go of that