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 take an overview

In this picture

The lines are blurred but my colour’s shining through

I start with a canvas

And think about what I want to achieve

From another angle

This painting’s gonna make a print of me

Choose the texture

A carot 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

This 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

Im going to try and take an overview

In this picture

The lines are blurred but my colour’s shining through

We’re all the same now

We’re all the same

(Everything, everything will be ok)

We’re all the same now

We’re all the same

It’ll be ok

Cause now I know how this picture should be

It should fill the world, but it also should fill me

My backpocket and me

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 ok)

We’re all the same now

We’re all the same

(Everything, everything will be ok)

We’re all the same now

We’re all the same

(My backpocket and me)

We’re all the same now

We’re all the same

(Everything, everything will be ok)

We’re all the same now

We’re all the same