Besedila:
Polly Paulusma Scissors In My Pocket

If I fail, will you carry me home Blow winds and come you rainclouds Gather over my head Blow winds and come rainclouds Gather over my head Over my head, over my

Can I keep my head when all around me are losing theirs Can I keep my secrets close Can I hold my course in this tiny vessel steady Will I reach the

You weighed your loss against my gain If he was with you at the railway Would you do it all again Mea culpa I can't stay here no longer Mea, mea culpa My

stands still I quicken your pace there Put your foot down, driver, get us over the hill Though I built up a wall around me, you just blew it down And my

and won Now the devil?s downstream He?s singing to someone My horses are free. They answer to no-one Unbridled, untethered They roam on the unmarked land In my

Wires fan before you, they draw you In deep troughs and sharp peaks of green Each cough rips through you, it wounds you And flatlines cry wolf on the