Will Epstein - Passenger

something in the way the sirens sing brings me back to you and all your things
when i was a pastor on the hill when i was a passenger and still
then i was the farthest thing from you swallowed by the air, the ashes too
close up on the harbor cloaked in mist wade into the stinging phosphorous
when i need a brace for all my thoughts when i need a break from all i've caught
when i was a stranger on the shore nothing but the wind to keep me warm
nothing in my heart that i could move dancing like a needle in the groove
when i was a pastor on the hill then i was a passenger and still
then i was the farthest thing from you swallowed by the air, the ashes too

Written by:
Gryphon Rue, Will Epstein

Publisher:
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