Editing Pocket (section)

== Lyrics ==
<poem style="border: 1px solid #8eb6d4; background-color: #0b0b14; padding-left: 1em; padding-right: 3em; border-radius: 10px; width: fit-content">
The blossoms are falling
Making a white path across the grass
Thunderheads are building
Your skin tightens and you wait for the flash

Across the street, the boys are laughing
As they wash each other's cars
They turn up the hip-hop, white boys
Rapping with the black stars

Are you in the pocket of the moment ''(In this particular second)''
Screwed into the socket of the moment ''(In this particular second)''
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment

Overhead a rumble, it's not thunder
It's a seven-forty-seven
The postman grumbles, it's past eleven
The street is sixth, it should be seventh

You hear the chiming of the ice cream truck
Rambling like in a dream
I hear your footsteps behind me
The sweetest eddy in the stream

Are you in the pocket of the moment ''(In this particular second)''
Screwed into the socket of the moment ''(In this particular second)''
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment

Are you in the pocket of the moment ''(In this particular second)''
Screwed into the socket of the moment ''(In this particular second)''
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment

Are you in the pocket of the moment ''(In this particular second)''
Screwed into the socket of the moment ''(In this particular second)''
Where time cannot be reckoned
Are you in the pocket of the moment</poem>