(transcribed from listening to an MP3 recording which involved some guess work as well, corrections are still to be made)

Passing Thing

I sit still in silence

In the dark

I see dimly your face

On a photograph

I think of the days before

And the daze after

And try to remember

How strange a thought

and how unreal

that I will never know

Just when the day will come,

Just that it will come

If it was only a scary dream

And life was more than just a passing thing

I sit still in silence in the dark

And see dimly your face on a photograph

There's nothing I can do, just remember you

If it was only a scary dream

And we could wake up free from this

If life was more than just a passing thing

And we could live it free from this