Passing By

Like water flowing down the street
on any rainy day.
The stream of faces, which you meet
and pass by on the way.
Perhaps you give each face a thought
before the end of the day.
Because some memories, before they fade
away they linger

It seems we only met bowed heads
on our daily rounds.
But no! There is a body,
sad and wet and looking down.
Awekening into windblown morning skies
in my eyes.
Your lips are cold and still
while every whisper dies.

I know, I´ll pick you out,
when you´ll be passing by.
I stand and tremble in front of you
I don´t know why.
For one short moment I was sure
I caught you dreaming
My disappointment, I was wrong,
I go on waiting

I know, I´ll pick you out,
when you´ll be passing by.
I stand and tremble in front of you
I don´t know why.
Laughing at him, laughing at me,
at our shame so mockingly
Yes, it´s your way

I know, I´ll pick you out,
when you´ll be passing by.
I stand and tremble in front of you
I don´t know why.
How we all, great and small,
waste our time passing by,
day, day by day, day by day

I can feel you drift away