كلمات 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 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