DESCRIPTION:
A Passing Thing

After the damage from the storm i'm forming a new view of you
and all the thoughts of the things that i hoped we would be
my disadvantage was all my attachments to how we'd pull through
only one half of your staff i was willing to see

years packed in minutes and today
i hear what the distance conveys

we could never be
i let it sink in me
we were meant to be
more than a passing thing

you have a power to enter my hours
through night and day dreams
sweeten the sour
could stifle the flow of a stream

years stacked in minutes and today
i hear what your distance conveys

CH

this house is old it's trapping the cold
sunshine is gold and i open the windows
i will realign
i got lost in my mind