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 a pocketful of ergh (earth?)

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