Pocket

<br>I reach in my pockets while you were climbing rockets now,<br>two dirty right-handed gloves.<br>I sleep by the bedside with a nasty dream in my eye,<br>I`d hate to wake you now.<br><br>A pile of my pants is lying crumpled by the mattress,<br>it`s pushing arms length now.<br>I reach in my pocket, for the bed,<br>tried not to rock it, I`d hate to wake you now.<br><br>Yeah, the pile of myself is lying crumpled by the mattress,<br>just push it arms-length away.<br>I saw you by the planet, did she mean to rock it?<br>It`s just to cover it up.<br><br>Half asleep in the arms of you,<br>and I know the end is on us, bearing down.<br>Yeah, you are the one that I cannot own,<br>and I feel this as another way to die.<br><br>Half alive in the arms of you,<br>and I know the end is on us, bearing down.<br>Yeah, you are the one that I cannot own,<br>and I feel this as a lonely way to die.<br>Yeah to die, yeah die, yeah you.