Artist: Powderfinger Album: These Days - Live on Vulture Street (2004) Title: Pockets
Lyrics PocketsBy now you know that I never arrived
I was too tired to move
I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse
But I'm tired of them too
Little pockets of air in the atmosphere
Make it easy to breathe
So farewell to unpleasant scenes
I want you to stay, stay, stay
The blinding flash of circling stars
Left relatively shallow scars
But you played your faux renaissance card
To starry eyes and wild applause
Little pockets of air in the atmosphere
Make it easy to breathe
So farewell to unpleasant scenes
I want you to stay, stay, stay
I want you to stay
Stay, stay
I want you to stay, stay
It's not your, not your destination
So something, something better happen
It's not your, not your destination
So something, something better happen
Oh, oh yeah
Little pockets of air in the atmosphere
Make it easy to breathe
So farewell to unpleasant scenes, yeah
Oh yeah
I want you to stay, stay, stay
I want you to stay, stay, stay, oh yeah
I want you to stay, stay, stay
Ooh blinding flash of circling stars
Left relatively shallow scars |