A Passing Feeling -
by Elliott Smith
| Everything is gone but the echo of the burst of a shell | |
| And I'm stuck 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 the 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 |