Pockets Of Peace

September 24, 1999 - Xavier Rudd

A relaxed state of worr

Predicted fate seems constructed

And by the car tremors were lightly shaded

While the radiator's overheating

So then when I remove the cap

Do I speak where do I stand

For now our judge my fear just serve as tension

For hers is so far from home

Germinating seed from the positive

Germinating deep inside my heart

And it will gnaw through the negatives

As it grows on

'Cause I won't fall away from this

Nothing you say will make me twist

I won't fall away from this

Nothing you say will make me twist

Black clouds seem thick

When they cover all your stars

There'll be days when you will sit

You'll let them swallow your spark

But the fear is in the wind

Without choice in the dark

And then again there's ice cream

And so much hype and so much talk

With human beings comes so much hate and violence

But you can always seek love and support

And I keep hoping frustrated

For my gift to be served

And my foolish insecurity

Ignores the guidance from those clear and in touch

Look there's belief from the feeders

And true belief from some who love

And now it's growing inside the one sent to me

By her heart

'Cause I won't fall away from this

Nothing you say will make me twist

And I won't fall away from this

Nothing you say will make me twist

Hummmm hummmm

Hummmm

So I'll take the test presented

And I will force it back inside it's home

'Cause my heart will win

Always