("...he saw what, he would look in the rock and see what was in there and i guess that day he saw a skull. one of his dark days.")
pocketsssssssssss...
when i look through the door of my living room
i know another living room from my room
should i pull up the floor from my kitchen
so i can feel the dirt while i'm doing all my dishes
should i live in a house that is breathing (do it)
it's a luxury when you understand it's meaning
but even in the dark am i dreaming?
a galaxy of stars above our ceiling
in my eyes is an understanding what i see
it's hard to think about the time it takes
to get from space to me
(even if it were/in a different world)
well i never know what a man should be
and there's the thinking, remember the thinking
and the many dirty pennies
a different (oooo) ocean
why do we gotta stick here like we're
stuck inside the ocean?
city grind
it's hard to sit myself down
i'm just thinking about the notion
oh, why i'm crying?
shouldn't i be content with what i've got and not seek dime
or, am i denying
myself, it's something that i'd enjoy if i'd acquire
and i wonder if it's me, just a thief
taking a stash and blazing the grass
diggin' a hole and diggin' it deep
(you'll dig for a while)
yeah you'll dig for a while cause you'll never know
when to plant the seed
and i'm still thinkin', remember the thinkin'
of the many dirty pennies
(it's going to be a fine night tonight, it's going to be a fine day)
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 my needs
when i know my greed should be forgotten
("...he saw what, he would look in the rock and see what was in there and i guess that day he saw a skull. one of his dark days.")
pocketsssssssssss...
when i look through the door of my living room i know another living room from my room should i pull up the floor from my kitchen so i can feel the dirt while i'm doing all my dishes should i live in a house that is breathing (do it) it's a luxury when you understand it's meaning but even in the dark am i dreaming? a galaxy of stars above our ceiling
in my eyes is an understanding what i see it's hard to think about the time it takes to get from space to me (even if it were/in a different world) well i never know what a man should be and there's the thinking, remember the thinking and the many dirty pennies
a different (oooo) ocean why do we gotta stick here like we're stuck inside the ocean? city grind it's hard to sit myself down i'm just thinking about the notion oh, why i'm crying? shouldn't i be content with what i've got and not seek dime or, am i denying myself, it's something that i'd enjoy if i'd acquire
and i wonder if it's me, just a thief taking a stash and blazing the grass diggin' a hole and diggin' it deep (you'll dig for a while) yeah you'll dig for a while cause you'll never know when to plant the seed and i'm still thinkin', remember the thinkin' of the many dirty pennies
(it's going to be a fine night tonight, it's going to be a fine day)
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 my needs when i know my greed should be forgotten
(a few feel good, and some are rotten)