until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart

Today's lyrics are brought to you by the intensly genius William Fitzsimmons. At first, I thought this song was about David. And maybe it is. I'll not make any conclusive decisions about it. But the more I listen and the more I understand this kind of gray place...struggle and questioning and a sort of dark honesty...the more I think this may actually be about Paul...

Just something to think about.



Passion Play

I should not have hid where my heart can't follow
'Cause this grace gets too far and too hard to swallow
I've been running from Saul, he's been givin' chase
When I look in his eyes, all I see is my face

You're still on my back after all these years
Chasing me out of hell and my nice veneers
I don't know how you stand when you've got no floor
Or how you can breathe with your hands on boards

I just want to be not what I am today
I just want to be better than my friends might say
I just want a small part in your passion play

Do you hear when I call in the midst of it all?
Do you hear these here words when I sing this song?
Are you caught up in me like I heard you say?
Or some big cashier that I'll have to pay?