The Loom - Pockets lyrics
How can we define what we hold so dear
Solely on a scale of monetary gain?
So easy to place hands inside our pockets
Put our worth in our pockets
How can we deny that which we require?
It's keeping us alive, while cheating our desire
Please don't feel sorry for us as we embrace aversion
Pushing envy into the back room
The days expire as we yearn to possess
That which will never fill our lungs
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It starts a whisper slowly shaping envy
Denying patience and keeping us in time
The shaking hands, desperately constructing a flawless haven
Undoing our intent
How will we ever feel our lungs when our
Pockets overflow with fiction?
We'll never feel our lungs when we're buried in pockets
We're buried in our pockets
How will we ever fill our lungs?
How will we ever feel our lungs?