Pocket Songtext
von Immaculate Machine

I made a nasty habit of throwing it out there right away
Trying to pull in closer as I try to push away
I′m not looking for sex but all I get is love
It seems like a petty complaint but it's enough

I can′t offer you more than I've got in my pocket right now
I can't offer you more than I′ve got in my pocket right now


Holding myself down so that I don′t get blown away
Flightless birds of modern world are trying to explain
Why we flap our wings but never leave the ground
And go flat frustrated in the middle of the crowd
And that's, well that leaves you now

I can′t offer you more than I've got in my pocket right now
I can′t offer you more than I've got in my pocket right now
I′m not looking for sex but all I get is love
It seems like a petty complaint but it's enough to compensate

I can't offer you more than I′ve got in my pocket right now
I can′t offer you more than I've got and it′s not a lot
But it's all I can give right now, now, now, now, now