| Song | People Passing By |
| Artist | Pain of Salvation |
| Album | Entropia |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gildenlöw, Magdic | |
| A September sun emerges through clouds, chasing across the sky. | |
| With smiles for protection. | |
| Unable to see behind the creature that he seems to be. | |
| Once he was a child with burning desires with hopes and dreams of what was to come. | |
| So he's lost some faith but still there are fires deep inside that he must drench to numb. | |
| If we could try to share some of his wounds just for a while. | |
| But we're all just people passing by! [daniel magdic] [Midday:] | |
| He's searching through crowds for one that is gone. | |
| Rejecting the facts one more day. | |
| Talking too loud to silence the glow. | |
| Coldness becoming his way. | |
| Empathy can't reach through all that blame! | |
| Smiles now forgotten, locked in their frames! | |
| Now he's counting time in beggings and bottles fading away beneath old news. | |
| So he lost a war: "will I be dead very long?" | |
| He can still hear his voice through the coldness! | |
| If we could try to ease some of his pain just for a while. | |
| But we're all just people passing by! [Part second: memorials (instrumental)] [Part last: nightfall] | |
| Once he was strong, and filled with visions. | |
| With life ahead he set his aims. | |
| Then things went wrong. | |
| Now his ambitions have turned to smiles conserved in frames. | |
| Still could be strong could be a prophet! | |
| He would teach truth to every man! | |
| He'd see the light through every shadow, but | |
| Entropia denies he can! | |
| He's sitting numb while dusk is falling. | |
| Alone he whispers his "goodnight" | |
| Turning away, when sleep is calling, from all the people passing by... |
| zuo qu : Gildenl w, Magdic | |
| A September sun emerges through clouds, chasing across the sky. | |
| With smiles for protection. | |
| Unable to see behind the creature that he seems to be. | |
| Once he was a child with burning desires with hopes and dreams of what was to come. | |
| So he' s lost some faith but still there are fires deep inside that he must drench to numb. | |
| If we could try to share some of his wounds just for a while. | |
| But we' re all just people passing by! daniel magdic Midday: | |
| He' s searching through crowds for one that is gone. | |
| Rejecting the facts one more day. | |
| Talking too loud to silence the glow. | |
| Coldness becoming his way. | |
| Empathy can' t reach through all that blame! | |
| Smiles now forgotten, locked in their frames! | |
| Now he' s counting time in beggings and bottles fading away beneath old news. | |
| So he lost a war: " will I be dead very long?" | |
| He can still hear his voice through the coldness! | |
| If we could try to ease some of his pain just for a while. | |
| But we' re all just people passing by! Part second: memorials instrumental Part last: nightfall | |
| Once he was strong, and filled with visions. | |
| With life ahead he set his aims. | |
| Then things went wrong. | |
| Now his ambitions have turned to smiles conserved in frames. | |
| Still could be strong could be a prophet! | |
| He would teach truth to every man! | |
| He' d see the light through every shadow, but | |
| Entropia denies he can! | |
| He' s sitting numb while dusk is falling. | |
| Alone he whispers his " goodnight" | |
| Turning away, when sleep is calling, from all the people passing by... |
| zuò qǔ : Gildenl w, Magdic | |
| A September sun emerges through clouds, chasing across the sky. | |
| With smiles for protection. | |
| Unable to see behind the creature that he seems to be. | |
| Once he was a child with burning desires with hopes and dreams of what was to come. | |
| So he' s lost some faith but still there are fires deep inside that he must drench to numb. | |
| If we could try to share some of his wounds just for a while. | |
| But we' re all just people passing by! daniel magdic Midday: | |
| He' s searching through crowds for one that is gone. | |
| Rejecting the facts one more day. | |
| Talking too loud to silence the glow. | |
| Coldness becoming his way. | |
| Empathy can' t reach through all that blame! | |
| Smiles now forgotten, locked in their frames! | |
| Now he' s counting time in beggings and bottles fading away beneath old news. | |
| So he lost a war: " will I be dead very long?" | |
| He can still hear his voice through the coldness! | |
| If we could try to ease some of his pain just for a while. | |
| But we' re all just people passing by! Part second: memorials instrumental Part last: nightfall | |
| Once he was strong, and filled with visions. | |
| With life ahead he set his aims. | |
| Then things went wrong. | |
| Now his ambitions have turned to smiles conserved in frames. | |
| Still could be strong could be a prophet! | |
| He would teach truth to every man! | |
| He' d see the light through every shadow, but | |
| Entropia denies he can! | |
| He' s sitting numb while dusk is falling. | |
| Alone he whispers his " goodnight" | |
| Turning away, when sleep is calling, from all the people passing by... |