In my Pocket LIVE Lyrics

I was coming home from class, walking in the grass

the crunching of the leaves underneath my feet.

What's in my pocket? An old recipe from the market

I remember I bought you a treat.

And the last time I saw you

The leaves were still holding on the trees.

And the last time I saw you

The clouds were blown away by the breeze.

I can't believe you're gone, I thought you'd be the one to pick me up

When I fell onto the floor.

Seasons are changing, days slowly passing

Since the day that you walked through my door.

But the last time I saw you

You were picking flowers in the park.

And the last time I felt you

We were kissing slowly in the dark.

Now my pocket's filled with flowers that I never gave to you.

I know you like the rain, but can't seem to like it too.

I miss your hazel eyes; they're the first thing I see.

When will be the day that you'll finally come to me?

When will be the day that you'll finally come to me?