The Passing

it was a day and passing

someone thought something was in the way

no one caught what i caught but i caught it full on

i didn't want to be mixed up that way:

die? not today cause i know one thing stuck in my head

(should i let it work cause i'll see it once again

i laid down my hands for this it might be the last time)

and when i find the passing

i find myself caught in the exchange

if i could stop hurting if i could get away

i'd like to look and find my place you were right behind me