Sammy Copley - Elizabeth Lyrics

Pocket full of secrets
Belly full of stars
Our loving where we left it
Buried deep in my backyard

In the lonely heat of August
I am hanging on a dream
I've been using it to ground me
But it's torn along the seam

Come spilling from the centre
The sounds of love and loss
An image of a jester
Of children born from moss

The edge of love is jagged
But the centre tang and sweet
I reminisce on fishing lines
And stacks of magazines

Pocket full of secrets
Belly full of stars
I am digging in the garden,
I am digging in the yard

You dressed up as a tradesman
In your father's suit and tie
I conjured up a marching band
And forced them into lines

We played a game of family
Until the lights were low
And then you left me lonely
In the summer and the snow

I recall you at the playground
You are dancing on the swings
I want to fill your heart with butterflies
And other pretty things

Pocket full of secrets
Belly full of stars
Perhaps it's best we left it
Kept on going as we are

Pocket full of secrets
Belly full of skies
There's stones left still for turning
I'm afraid of what I'll find

Pocket full of secrets
Belly full of stars
Buried deep in time and memory
Buried deep in my backyard