Pockets Songtext
von Finish Ticket

My town, empty like my pockets
I chase your shadow for a while
But I can′t crack a smile
Ghost town, living in this small town
Toured by the city lights
Oh, these lonely nights

Oh, my friend
It's been long
No need to pretend
You′re just one step ahead
And I'm hot on your trail
And there you run, run, run from me
You run from me

Your voice muffled in the phone call
There's laughter in the background
And it′s all around
So take me, take me to the concrete
Show me to the angels
The industry, yeah


Oh, my friend
It′s been long
No need to pretend
You're just one step ahead
And I′m hot on your trail
And there you run, run, run from me
You run from me

Oh, you run from me

My town, empty like my pockets
I chase your shadow for a while
But I can't crack a smile
Ghost town, living in this small town
Toured by the city lights
Oh, these lonely nights

Oh, my friend
It′s been long
No need to pretend
You're just one step ahead
And I′m hot on your trail
And there you run, run, run
You run, run, run
Yeah, you run, run, run from me