Passion Play William Fitzsimmons

I should not have hid where my heart can't follow
'cause this grace gets so far and too hard to swallow
I've been running from Saul, he's been giving chase;
When I look in his eyes, all I see is my face

You're still on my back after all these years
Chasing me out of hell and my nice veneers
I don't know how you stand when you've got no floor
Or how you can breathe with your hands on boards

I just want to be not what I am today
I just want to be better than my friends might say
I just want a small part in your passions play

Do you hear when I call in the midst of wrong?
Do you hear these here words while I sing this song?
Are you caught up in me like I heard you say
Or just some big cashier that I'll have to pay?

'Just want to be not what I am today
I just want to be better than my friends might say
I just want a small part in your passions play