A passing feeling de 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
just 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
just an hour to fall