Marcus Grit Dalton, Breaking Rust - Pocketful of Sparks

I tap my shoe on the tile Count the cracks in the floor Got a pocketful of change And a hand on the door My collar feels too tight My thoughts run laps, then race I smile at the hallway Then I lose my face Oh, my knees do that trick That little rabbit kick I meant to stay cool Now I'm all thumbs, all quick Got a pocketful of sparks (oh, oh, oh) Running circles in the dark (oh, oh, oh) If I shake, I still start If I shake, I still start Pocketful of sparks The kettle clicks and hisses Like it knows my name I line up all my questions Then they scatter again There's a laugh in my throat Like a glass half full I keep straightening my sleeves Like that fixes the pull Oh, my knees do that trick That little rabbit kick I meant to stay cool Now I'm all thumbs, all quick Got a pocketful of sparks (oh, oh, oh) Running circles in the dark (oh, oh, oh) If I shake, I still start If I shake, I still start Pocketful of sparks Let the little storm pass Let it rattle my bones I don't need to be still To make it back home I can wobble, I can grin I can spill, I can sing All this jitter in me Is a bright little thing Got a pocketful of sparks (oh, oh, oh) Running circles in the dark (oh, oh, oh) If I shake, I still start If I shake, I still start Pocketful of sparks