Deep Pockets

I wanna live amazed, stepping in rhythm lost in your deep pockets With an endless song to sing, a mouth full of harmonies
Firsts, thirds, fifths and in-between
Synaptic cross release, matrices of melodies
Playing hide and seek with me
And tempting me to dream, of a time when all this nonsense is silenced and it falls away away

I can be sure of every living thing

I wanna break out and escape, illegitimate fortunes
Made in your your deep pockets, but it's a funny business man
For we covet what others do desire, invest it in our hearts and lives
I won’t give in to eyes in deep black sockets
And I'm not buying anything, no matter how your story starts
They all tend to end the same

I can never be sure of your intentions
Whisper to me of your problems, disparaging in prosperity
I don't care

Invest yourself in the news and the papers, always smiling faces
I can’t bare

And I know I should be, a bit more grateful for the life
You have afforded me

But conflict yields the texture of every living thing