Nargiza, Calla Vivid - Loose Change Parade

Pocket full of random, tickets, dub and gum.
Blue pen cap, one penny, no clue where they came from.
A key that fits no door, a note with one word torn.
I keep the small strange pieces like a map I never drew.
And every little thing starts to mean something when you hold it up to the light.
Loose change parade. Loose change parade.
I found a little magic in the mess I made.
Loose change parade. Loose change parade.
If I don’t know the reason, I still dance that way.
Way, way, way, way.
I still dance that way.
The wrong shirt, right feeling.