I went up the stairs and tried to touch you
I have forgotten many things, the stars, and the bird calls
Let me hear dreams of you reflected in the old smoke and theory of beauty
I feel rather acutely alive but I don't see that anywhere
But you say, things are not what they seem
I went down the stairs and tried to touch you
Constellations in a quickening sky
Let me hear dreams of you reflected in the old smoke and theory of beauty
I feel rather acutely alive but I don't see that anywhere
But you say, things are not what they seem
Life spills over, some days
Senses my infinite smallness
But maybe I enjoy not being just as much as being
It's time for me to practice growing old
I'm passing through a phase
Gradually I'm changing to a word
Whatever you choose to claim
Nothing is truly mine
I'm passing through a phase
Gradually I'm making a form
Whatever you choose to claim
Nothing is truly mine
Let me hear dreams of you reflected in the old smoke and theory of beauty
I feel rather acutely alive but I don't see that anywhere anymore
But you say, things are not what they seem
Life spills over, some days
Senses my infinite smallness
But maybe I enjoy not being just as much as being
It's time for me to practice growing old
I'm passing through a phase
Gradually I'm changing to a word
Whatever you choose to claim
Nothing is truly mine
I'm passing through a phase
Gradually I'm making a form
Whatever you choose to claim
Nothing is truly mine
Uta Tanabe - Passing Through (feat. Olivia C. Dacal) Lyrics
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I went up the stairs and tried to touch you
I have forgotten many things, the stars, and the bird calls
Let me hear dreams of you reflected in the old smoke and theory of beauty
I feel rather acutely alive but I don't see that anywhere
But you say, things are not what they seem
I went down the stairs and tried to touch you
Constellations in a quickening sky
Let me hear dreams of you reflected in the old smoke and theory of beauty
I feel rather acutely alive but I don't see that anywhere
But you say, things are not what they seem
Life spills over, some days
Senses my infinite smallness
But maybe I enjoy not being just as much as being
It's time for me to practice growing old
I'm passing through a phase
Gradually I'm changing to a word
Whatever you choose to claim
Nothing is truly mine
I'm passing through a phase
Gradually I'm making a form
Whatever you choose to claim
Nothing is truly mine
Let me hear dreams of you reflected in the old smoke and theory of beauty
I feel rather acutely alive but I don't see that anywhere anymore
But you say, things are not what they seem
Life spills over, some days
Senses my infinite smallness
But maybe I enjoy not being just as much as being
It's time for me to practice growing old
I'm passing through a phase
Gradually I'm changing to a word
Whatever you choose to claim
Nothing is truly mine
I'm passing through a phase
Gradually I'm making a form
Whatever you choose to claim
Nothing is truly mine
I have forgotten many things, the stars, and the bird calls
Let me hear dreams of you reflected in the old smoke and theory of beauty
I feel rather acutely alive but I don't see that anywhere
But you say, things are not what they seem
I went down the stairs and tried to touch you
Constellations in a quickening sky
Let me hear dreams of you reflected in the old smoke and theory of beauty
I feel rather acutely alive but I don't see that anywhere
But you say, things are not what they seem
Life spills over, some days
Senses my infinite smallness
But maybe I enjoy not being just as much as being
It's time for me to practice growing old
I'm passing through a phase
Gradually I'm changing to a word
Whatever you choose to claim
Nothing is truly mine
I'm passing through a phase
Gradually I'm making a form
Whatever you choose to claim
Nothing is truly mine
Let me hear dreams of you reflected in the old smoke and theory of beauty
I feel rather acutely alive but I don't see that anywhere anymore
But you say, things are not what they seem
Life spills over, some days
Senses my infinite smallness
But maybe I enjoy not being just as much as being
It's time for me to practice growing old
I'm passing through a phase
Gradually I'm changing to a word
Whatever you choose to claim
Nothing is truly mine
I'm passing through a phase
Gradually I'm making a form
Whatever you choose to claim
Nothing is truly mine
Writer: Uta Tanabe
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