I have clouds running white in my pocket,
Snowmen not yet worn.
They'll never be cold in my pocket,
Not promises made with the gate of honor.
If I lack the strength to defend,
Take me by the hand.
The brightest things will scare us,
but just for fun.
I always have to be young in my pocket.
And remember how we collected a little wisdom for the rams.
I'll always have my mom's pies in my pocket,
In my pocket, memories will be stored and warmed.
If I lack the strength to defend,
Take me by the hand.
The brightest things will scare us,
but just for fun.
Nights, long days,
Sometimes you are depressed and have to run away,
Come and hide in my pocket then.
In my pocket...
If I lack the strength to defend,
Take me by the hand.
The brightest things will scare us,
but just for fun.
Night, long days, aha
Sometimes you suppress and have to run away, aha
Come and hide in my pocket then.
In my pocket, in my pocket...