Woorden: Elliott Smith. From a Basement on the Hill. A Passing Feeling.

Everything is gone but the echo of the burst of a shell
And I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling
In the city, I built up and blew to hell
I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling
Still I send all the time
My request for relief
Down the dead power lines
Though I'm beyond belief
In the help I require
Just to exist at all
Took a long time to stand
Took an hour to fall

I'm stuck here waiting for a passing feeling
Stuck here waiting for a passing feeling
Still I send all the time
My request for relief
Down the dead power lines
Though I'm beyond belief
In the help I require
Just to exist at all
Took a long time to stand
Took an hour to fall