You are the seagull in the sky

Laughing in the pastel light

You are the glare upon the glass

Filling my eyes like that

You are the swimmers in the bay

They look so small from far away

If you're these things then what am I

But a spectator standing on the side

You are a glimpse of ships afar

Flickering candles in the dark

A flashing plane across the night

Travelling somewhere out of sight

If you're theses things then what am I

If I am just a passerby

If you're these things then what am I

Just passing by

Just passing by

Just passing by

Just passing by

Just passing by

Just passing