Woodhands - Pockets lyrics

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