Pocket Walt
๐ต 1180 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:10 duration
๐ ID: 13926540
๐ Lyrics
The kids take over now,
bare knuckles, no sorcery,
freckles and dirty mouths,
they teach us to be.
When did you learn to fly?
Bruises and scrapes, countless times,
last when you were a child.
Now you're so...
What's it you've got to say
now that you're old and gray?
What's it you've got to say
to my unwashed face?
If you're down,
rummage through your Pocket Walt
and you will see,
there's no routine
on weekdays in my childhood dreams
and fantasies.
Tell your dad
to rummage through his Pocket Walt
before he talks.
Unclouded eyes,
they will see the things we're seeing
differently.
Yeah, the kids are alright now,
enough snot to snuffle,
enough places and hideouts,
or hands to build a wall,
bags filled with goo so
black like licorice,
and if you wanna get out,
you turn deaf-mute-ish.
If you're down,
rummage through your Pocket Walt
and you will see,
there's no routine
on weekdays in my childhood dreams
and fantasies.
Tell your dad
to rummage through his Pocket Walt
before he talks.
Unclouded eyes,
they will see the things we're seeing
differently.
When I'm dead
you'll find me in my pocket world,
superior
to everyone
who missed out to grow up but still
remain a child.
bare knuckles, no sorcery,
freckles and dirty mouths,
they teach us to be.
When did you learn to fly?
Bruises and scrapes, countless times,
last when you were a child.
Now you're so...
What's it you've got to say
now that you're old and gray?
What's it you've got to say
to my unwashed face?
If you're down,
rummage through your Pocket Walt
and you will see,
there's no routine
on weekdays in my childhood dreams
and fantasies.
Tell your dad
to rummage through his Pocket Walt
before he talks.
Unclouded eyes,
they will see the things we're seeing
differently.
Yeah, the kids are alright now,
enough snot to snuffle,
enough places and hideouts,
or hands to build a wall,
bags filled with goo so
black like licorice,
and if you wanna get out,
you turn deaf-mute-ish.
If you're down,
rummage through your Pocket Walt
and you will see,
there's no routine
on weekdays in my childhood dreams
and fantasies.
Tell your dad
to rummage through his Pocket Walt
before he talks.
Unclouded eyes,
they will see the things we're seeing
differently.
When I'm dead
you'll find me in my pocket world,
superior
to everyone
who missed out to grow up but still
remain a child.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:45.34] The kids take over now,
[00:48.90] bare knuckles, no sorcery,
[00:52.61] freckles and dirty mouths,
[00:56.29] they teach us to be.
[00:59.81] When did you learn to fly?
[01:03.42] Bruises and scrapes, countless times,
[01:06.21] last when you were a child.
[01:09.83] Now you're so...
[01:13.45] What's it you've got to say
[01:17.00] now that you're old and gray?
[01:19.72] What's it you've got to say
[01:23.42] to my unwashed face?
[01:25.25] If you're down,
[01:27.92] rummage through your Pocket Walt
[01:29.76] and you will see,
[01:31.50] there's no routine
[01:34.29] on weekdays in my childhood dreams
[01:37.05] and fantasies.
[01:38.88] Tell your dad
[01:41.59] to rummage through his Pocket Walt
[01:43.35] before he talks.
[01:46.04] Unclouded eyes,
[01:47.84] they will see the things we're seeing
[01:50.64] differently.
[01:54.24] Yeah, the kids are alright now,
[01:57.88] enough snot to snuffle,
[02:00.54] enough places and hideouts,
[02:04.21] or hands to build a wall,
[02:07.87] bags filled with goo so
[02:11.42] black like licorice,
[02:15.13] and if you wanna get out,
[02:18.74] you turn deaf-mute-ish.
[03:02.06] If you're down,
[03:03.87] rummage through your Pocket Walt
[03:05.79] and you will see,
[03:07.58] there's no routine
[03:10.22] on weekdays in my childhood dreams
[03:12.92] and fantasies.
[03:14.78] Tell your dad
[03:17.48] to rummage through his Pocket Walt
[03:19.30] before he talks.
[03:21.10] Unclouded eyes,
[03:23.86] they will see the things we're seeing
[03:26.53] differently.
[03:59.26] When I'm dead
[04:00.12] you'll find me in my pocket world,
[04:01.05] superior
[04:02.05] to everyone
[04:02.98] who missed out to grow up but still
[04:03.87] remain a child.
[04:04.76]
[00:48.90] bare knuckles, no sorcery,
[00:52.61] freckles and dirty mouths,
[00:56.29] they teach us to be.
[00:59.81] When did you learn to fly?
[01:03.42] Bruises and scrapes, countless times,
[01:06.21] last when you were a child.
[01:09.83] Now you're so...
[01:13.45] What's it you've got to say
[01:17.00] now that you're old and gray?
[01:19.72] What's it you've got to say
[01:23.42] to my unwashed face?
[01:25.25] If you're down,
[01:27.92] rummage through your Pocket Walt
[01:29.76] and you will see,
[01:31.50] there's no routine
[01:34.29] on weekdays in my childhood dreams
[01:37.05] and fantasies.
[01:38.88] Tell your dad
[01:41.59] to rummage through his Pocket Walt
[01:43.35] before he talks.
[01:46.04] Unclouded eyes,
[01:47.84] they will see the things we're seeing
[01:50.64] differently.
[01:54.24] Yeah, the kids are alright now,
[01:57.88] enough snot to snuffle,
[02:00.54] enough places and hideouts,
[02:04.21] or hands to build a wall,
[02:07.87] bags filled with goo so
[02:11.42] black like licorice,
[02:15.13] and if you wanna get out,
[02:18.74] you turn deaf-mute-ish.
[03:02.06] If you're down,
[03:03.87] rummage through your Pocket Walt
[03:05.79] and you will see,
[03:07.58] there's no routine
[03:10.22] on weekdays in my childhood dreams
[03:12.92] and fantasies.
[03:14.78] Tell your dad
[03:17.48] to rummage through his Pocket Walt
[03:19.30] before he talks.
[03:21.10] Unclouded eyes,
[03:23.86] they will see the things we're seeing
[03:26.53] differently.
[03:59.26] When I'm dead
[04:00.12] you'll find me in my pocket world,
[04:01.05] superior
[04:02.05] to everyone
[04:02.98] who missed out to grow up but still
[04:03.87] remain a child.
[04:04.76]