Passing Thought Songtext
von Arthur Hill

I started learning piano
Just so I could write songs about you
Little did I know
They would all come out blue

I tried playing guitar
Just so I could feel you through the strings
Turns out you never felt so far
I′ve haven't picked it up since

I don′t want you
I crave you
I fucking need you

Your face is at the forefront
Your name grips onto my tongue
But I'm too scared to ask
If I'm buried at the back

I don′t want you
I crave you
I fucking need you


Your face is at the forefront
Your name grips onto my tongue
But I′m too scared to ask
If I'm buried at the back
Or just a passing thought
Just a passing thought

I started writing a journal
To scar the page with things I′ll never say
Tired of going round in circles
Wish I could just breathe and just take aim

Thank god I'm not immortal
Who knows how many times my heart would break

I don′t want you
I crave you
I fucking need you

Your face is at the forefront
Your name grips onto my tongue
But I'm too scared to ask
If Im buried at the back

I don′t want you
I crave you
I fucking need you


Your face is at the forefront
Your name grips onto my tongue
But I'm too scared to ask
If I'm buried at the back
Or just a passing thought
Just a passing thought