("...he saw what, he would look in the rock and see what was in there and i guess that day he saw a spell; one of his dark days.")
Pockets
I went after the door through my living room
I don't wanna know the new from my room
Should I pull up the phone on the kitchen
so I can feel the dark while I'm doing all my dishes
To live in a house and have breathing
is a luxury when you understand its meaning
But even in the dusk am I dreaming?
a galaxy of stars above the ceiling
In my eye I'm understanding what I see
its hard to think 'bout all the time it takes
to get from the space to me
(yeah, they're everywhere)
Yeah, they're everywhere
wouldn't ever know where I should be
and there's the thinking
and I've been thinking
of the many little pennies
This different ocean
Wanna be good and stay queued
when we step inside the ocean
(Oh) stay grind
It's hard to sit myself down
and just think about the notion
Oh, I'm crying
shouldn't I be intent with what I've got
and not seek dimes
(Oh) Am I denying
What I sought ?? something that
I enjoyed but acquired
And I wonder if it's me who's just a thief
who's taking a stash and blazing the grass
digging a hole and digging it deep,
(and I'll dig for a while)
Yeah, I'll dig for a while
'cause I never know when to plant the seed
and I must start thinking
and I'm gonna (be) thinking
of the many little pennies
(but it's good)
It's good to be a... ???
It's good to be a... ???
And if I had some kind of need
Maybe the thing I need is the thing I’ve got
And if I look inside of me
I’ll find the thing that gets me to the bottom
And I know that there are needy
some are good, yeah but some are rotten
Why should I motivate the needs
When I know my needs should be forgotten
This is what I've made out of the lyrics:
("...he saw what, he would look in the rock and see what was in there and i guess that day he saw a spell; one of his dark days.")
Pockets
I went after the door through my living room I don't wanna know the new from my room Should I pull up the phone on the kitchen so I can feel the dark while I'm doing all my dishes To live in a house and have breathing is a luxury when you understand its meaning But even in the dusk am I dreaming? a galaxy of stars above the ceiling
In my eye I'm understanding what I see its hard to think 'bout all the time it takes to get from the space to me (yeah, they're everywhere) Yeah, they're everywhere wouldn't ever know where I should be and there's the thinking and I've been thinking of the many little pennies
This different ocean Wanna be good and stay queued when we step inside the ocean
(Oh) stay grind It's hard to sit myself down and just think about the notion
Oh, I'm crying shouldn't I be intent with what I've got and not seek dimes
(Oh) Am I denying What I sought ?? something that I enjoyed but acquired
And I wonder if it's me who's just a thief who's taking a stash and blazing the grass digging a hole and digging it deep, (and I'll dig for a while) Yeah, I'll dig for a while 'cause I never know when to plant the seed and I must start thinking and I'm gonna (be) thinking of the many little pennies
(but it's good)
It's good to be a... ???
It's good to be a... ???
And if I had some kind of need Maybe the thing I need is the thing I’ve got And if I look inside of me I’ll find the thing that gets me to the bottom
And I know that there are needy some are good, yeah but some are rotten Why should I motivate the needs When I know my needs should be forgotten
Is it alright if we feel good?
"it's going to be a fine night tonight it's going to be a fine day tomorrow"
"it's going to be a fine night tonight it's going to be a fine day tomorrow"