Pockets Lyrics - Vulture Street - Powderfinger

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 

Blinding flash of circling stars 

Left relatively shallow scars 

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, want you to stay 

It's not your, not your destination 

Something, something better happen 

It's not your, not your destination 

Something, something better happen 

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 

Oh, I want you to stay, stay, stay 

I want you to stay, stay