Pocket — текст песни (Hum)

I reach in my pockets while you were climbing rockets now,
two dirty right-handed gloves.
I sleep by the bedside with a nasty dream in my eye,
I`d hate to wake you now.

A pile of my pants is lying crumpled by the mattress,
it`s pushing arms length now.
I reach in my pocket, for the bed,
tried not to rock it, I`d hate to wake you now.

Yeah, the pile of myself is lying crumpled by the mattress,
just push it arms-length away.
I saw you by the planet, did she mean to rock it?
It`s just to cover it up.

Half asleep in the arms of you,
and I know the end is on us, bearing down.
Yeah, you are the one that I cannot own,
and I feel this as another way to die.

Half alive in the arms of you,
and I know the end is on us, bearing down.
Yeah, you are the one that I cannot own,
and I feel this as a lonely way to die.
Yeah to die, yeah die, yeah you.