In My Pocket - Temples

I’d like to put you in my pocket

Put you in my pocket each day

And watch the clouds

I was dropped onto my head once as a child

Twice as a man, three times as a cloud

We are the empty people waiting

Empty people waiting for love

In alleyways above the clouds

You don’t know who you are

When you’re living inside of a replica

Safe inside where you are

When you’re living inside of a replica

Lost from the very start

When you’re never really sure, it falls apart

How does it feel?

It’s all too real

Along came Zachary with flowers

Zachary with flowers for her

And pocketful of ergh

Sometimes my head gets very cloudy

Head gets very cloudy and empty

Cloudy and empty and dead

You don’t know who you are

When you’re living inside of a replica

Safe inside where you are

When you’re living inside of a replica

Lost from the very start

When you’re never really sure, it falls apart

How does it feel?

It’s all too real

I’d like to put you in my pocket

Put you in my pocket each day

And watch the clouds

I was dropped onto my head once as a child

Twice as a man, three times as a cloud