Deep Pockets - Gaz Coombes

I’m out late, there’s a half naked crowd of people

Let them in with their blank cheques &deep pockets

Hard living, paint peeling, all the dark days

Little rays of light moving I couldn’t let go

In the bar her name is Jonny, the boys love her

Time waits, the light revealing all the dark ways

Bad feeling, it’s you I need, I’m tired of the phone calls

Do I give myself to the outside?

It’s no fun

When I spend my time in cars

Like the stars

But it’s ok

I’m ok

In a smaller orbit

Let’s run like horses

A lot of ways I could start making little changes

But I’m too stoned in the back seat again

I couldn’t stop it

Then the panic soon surrounds me like deep water

So I give myself to the outside

It’s no fun

When I spend my time in cars

Like the stars

But it’s ok

I’m ok

In a smaller orbit

Let’s run like horses

There’s a black star

Right in my line of vision

Oh I miss her

But nobody

Nobody gets forgotten

Run like horses