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Lyrics of a song David Thomas - Pedestrian Walk

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The hands in my pockets are like buckets in the ocean
They sink but I know where they are

And the buckets in an ocean are like hands in my pockets
Attached to my arms they don't go far

And the hands in my pockets are like buckets in an ocean
Treasure they might recover

And the buckets in an ocean are like hands in my pockets
A strange creepy thing they might uncover

My hands are leaves tumbling, down
down we slip into a quiet inner world
Bubbles
Bubbles of lint
where the sunlight is rarely seen
and the moon is a golden dream