I've got a pocket full of marbles
Clinking like secrets I can't keep
Rolling through my fingers
Lost one under the sea
What's the weight of a memory?
Can you measure it in glass?
Do they scatter when they fall?
Or do they stay intact?
Pocket full of marbles
Slipping through my hand Catch one, lose two
No one understands Pocket full of marbles
Gone before the land
The green one is my favorite Swirls like storms in the sea
The red one's chipped and broken But it still belongs to me
Do you keep the ones that hurt?
Do you toss the ones that fade?
Or do you carry every single one?
Till your hands can't take the weight
Oh,
pocket full of
marbles Slipping through my hands
Catch one,
lose two No one understands
Pocket full of marbles Gone before the land
