Seven One Seven - In Passing

So hold on, it’s more than I can take

Can’t save you everyday

It can’t always be your way

(I can’t right your mistakes)

There is a box and it remains unopened

You have two fears, fingers crossed

And you’re hoping that you won’t be

That ordinary, that it won’t be long

There is a paper in your pocket

You that was chosen by the guilty

With gavels they have spoken

And there’s a stutter in your step

That won’t let you forget

We’ll take this to our graves

That’s all that I can say

There’s comfort in the quiet scene

Providing lines to read between

And these hallowed halls

And postered covered walls

Aren’t enough for you

To see what I mean

We’ll take this to our grave

There’s little left to say

It would be fatal anyway

It really is that simple