POWDERFINGER - Pockets lyrics

rate me

By 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

You played your faux renaissance card

To starry eyes and wild applause

It's not your destination

So something, something better happen