POWDERFINGER


Pockets Lyrics

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

Correct these lyrics


Watch Powderfinger Pockets video

check amazon for Pockets mp3 download

Songwriter(s): Jonathan Coghill, Darren Middleton, Bernard Fanning, John Collins, Ian Haug
Publisher(s): Dew Process Publishing Pty Ltd.

Official lyrics by

Rate Pockets by Powderfinger (current rating: N/A)
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
Meaning to "Pockets" song lyrics no entries yet
required
capthca required

Characters count
: min. 50 characters