Pockets - Woodhands
Someone's got the stereo close
The close's know
We go bad taste and touch it
Second side and overcoat
The winter's wet
I'm sweating in your pocket
There's a destination desperate
She's already stocking through
Street lights craving her attention
She can't stay alone it's true
There's no way that I can stay away  away  away  away
Make me see my own again
I'll miss my friend
I'm acting not so friendly
I'm the one who's in control
Who needs dispose  who knows what won't be showing
There's no way that I could stay away  away  away  away
There's no way that I could stay away  away  away  away