IN YOUR POCKET
If I go round to your house
And draw back the curtains
Surrounded by green leaves and ice creams in mirrors
And look for the mountains on a postcard from Venice
Stop for a moment, well it’s right there in your pocket
Throw away everything, everything, everything
Looking for anything, anything, anything
Throw away everything, everything, everything
Looking for anything, anything, anything
We go to the doorway, well it’s your way to offer
And walk by the woodland and the dapples together
Finding the sunshine, and one day when you’re on it
Think of me sometime, well I’m right there in your pocket.
Throw away everything, everything, everything
Looking for anything, anything, anything
Throw away everything, everything, everything
Looking for anything, anything, anything