Pass Back Through

Well the knife cuts, at the sharp edge: the deeper it slides The dearer you hold it And that jacket was reflective You looked like the moon whenever you wore it You pass through, you pass through it Yeah you pass back through, when you come back to it Ha! Well that bull hits, with its bull's head A part of you bends And a part of you bruises And those small birds Looked just like half moons They shone with the sunlight Reflected, reflected You pass through! You pass back through it Yeah you pass back through, when you come back to it You pass through! You pass through it Yeah you pass back through, when you tether yourself to it You come back to it, you come back to it Ha. Ha! Well that one bird slips, sure as a bullet Out of your chest And over your head And that thought thins out, as you stand there watching it A part of you Lifts (You pass through, you pass through it. Yeah you pass back through)