Текст песни Backpocket and Me - Mark Owen

We′re all the same now
We're all the same
We′re all the same now
We're all the same

In this picture
I'm going to try and get an overview
In this picture
The lines are blurred, but my colours
Are shining through
I start with a canvas
And think about what I want to achieve
From another angle
The painting′s gonna make a print of me
Choose the texture

Carat gold, the kind fit for a king
But that ain′t what I'm about
So, I′ll take this Earth and I'll mix it in
Now my painting′s ready to begin
But how big should it be?
Big enough for the mantlepiece of every home?
Or small enough for my back pocket and me

We're all the same now
We′re all the same
We're all the same now
We're all the same

I start with the heart, now
The rest will develop from its beat
As it takes shape
The picture no longer resembles me
It resembles every living thing
I′ve ever seen or heard
From the heart of me to a flying bird
So, now, how big should this picture be?
Should it fill the world or my back pocket and me

In this picture
I′m going to try and get an overview
In this picture
The lines are blurred
But my colours are shining through

We're all the same now
We′re all the same
We're all the same now
We′re all the same

Everything, everything will be okay
It will be okay
'Cause now I know how this picture should be
It should fill the world
But it also should fill me
My back pocket and me