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
Pockets Video (MV)
Performed By: Powderfinger
Written by: BERNARD JOSEPH FANNING, DARREN STUART MIDDLETON, JOHN ANDREW COLLINS, IAN DAVID HAUG, JONATHAN ROBERT COGHILL
Powderfinger - Pockets Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: BERNARD JOSEPH FANNING, DARREN STUART MIDDLETON, JOHN ANDREW COLLINS, IAN DAVID HAUG, JONATHAN ROBERT COGHILL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group