Pockets

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 tooLittle pockets of air in the atmosphere

Make it easy to breathe

So farewell to unpleasant scenes

I want you to stay, stay, stayThe blinding flash of circling stars

Left relatively shallow scars

You played your faux renaissance card

To starry eyes and wild applauseIt's not your destination

So something, something better happen

Songwriters

Fanning, Bernard Joseph / Collins, John Andrew / Haug, Ian David / Middleton, Darren Stuart / Coghill, Jonathan RobertPublished by

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