...

I'm not walking down
Just passing through
The air has gotten colder
And the silence has gotten duller

As dull as it can get
Which just reminds me of...
A set of gray eyes
Keep repeating the same motion
In the hopes of a notion that it may be
Enough

Lucky for me, I'm not walking down
Just passing through
Getting angry, jealous
I'm just passing through

As I push a bit into the beat of a neck
I imagine that I could
Maybe, just maybe
Not pass nor walk down the street