Passion Play - William Fitzsimmons

I should not have hid where my heart can’t follow

'cause this grace gets so far and too hard to swallow

I’ve been running from Saul, he’s been giving 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 passions play

Do you hear when I call in the midst of wrong?

Do you hear these here words while I sing this song?

Are you caught up in me like I heard you say

Or just some big cashier that I’ll have to pay?

'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 passions play