Passenger - Will Epstein/Gryphon Rue

Composed by：Will Epstein

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