The Fists In The Pocket

[Chorus]
If you're looking for me, looking for me
I'll be down there on the beach
If you're searching for me, just like a dream
I'll be somewhere out of reach
The fists in my pocket, the fists in my pocket
Sinking into the sea
If you're looking for me, looking for me
I'll be down here on the beach

[Verse 1]
I remember, I forget
The family I called my friends
Feeling high on western sky
To be the bold against the shy
Full of fire and midnight cries
When you feel the same as me
But you don't know what it means
Takes a lot to be that dude
And drive that long and sing that loud
And be so hard and touch so soft
And feel so much and dream so bright
Kiss that fast and wait so slow
Never die, feel alone
My baby's in a [?]
She reaches out but I'm too far
[?] in his car
[?] his life all up too far
I can't take it any more
I can't take this any more
I can't take it any more

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
[?]
And taken in by too much crap
The silver sixties sometimes seems
Like fake debris or faker's dreams
[?] build up in my friends
Hallucinations never end
Coffee grinds so we might talk
And go for walks, write with chalk
Nothing changes in our lives
Nothing changes in our lives
I can't take it any more
I can't take it any more
They're freaking out on the dance floor
They can't take it any more
We shouldn't take this any more
We shouldn't take this any more

[Chorus]