Текст песни
[Verse 1] I cut through the field in boots Mud on the cuff, sun on the tooth You said take the ones that sway So I took your name that day Pink on my fingers, green on my knees Thorns in my pocket, sweet in the breeze One for the thumb, one for the hair One for the grin you were trying to wear [Pre-Chorus] And I know I know what you mean When the whole world bends For a little wild thing [Chorus] Pocket full of petals Pocket full of fire You pick, you pick me up Higher, higher Pocket full of petals Hold it to the wind We can bloom like this Again, again [Verse 2] Ran past the fence by the borrowed lot Saw the white ones staring, saw the red ones hot You laughed so hard you scared the bees Then you tucked a daisy in my sleeve Sap on the stem and dirt on your cheek We made a small storm in a summer week If the world goes rough, let it come I got your bouquet in the back of my lungs [Pre-Chorus] And I know I know what you mean When the whole world bends For a little wild thing [Chorus] Pocket full of petals Pocket full of fire You pick, you pick me up Higher, higher Pocket full of petals Hold it to the wind We can bloom like this Again, again [Bridge] Lay them flat on the table now Count the reds like a secret vow If the vase breaks, we start again From the garden bed to your open hands [Final Chorus] Pocket full of petals Pocket full of fire You pick, you pick me up Higher, higher Pocket full of petals Hold it to the wind We can bloom like this Again, again
