Passing Through The Turnstile Lyrics - Singles - David Arn

It's one drink for her paintings, it's another for the sea 

Then you're shipwrecked in the beauty of her ambiguity 

That's how she plays her hand, you must grasp it twice 

A dreamer's fingers warm from throwing ice-cold dice 

Street caf overlooking the changing tide 

She finds wisdom in the wine, love's a journey not a ride 

Then you're riding trains, knee touching knee 

Night anchors in strange waters, it's a dare to swim free 

Your city is on fire, can't see where the line begins 

Jesus took the lock off heaven's door 

Not sure your key fits in 

She makes you think she's in control 

She makes the neon dance and weave 

The meaning of her words gets lost in the tempo of the way she breathes 

You want it all but in the meanwhile 

You're passing through the turnstile 

On your way to the "D" 

Hello, goodbye, I'll text you now and then 

Weeks have gone by and we were closer than we should have been 

Can't disconnect what you feel, it's a quick death but it's slow 

Sometimes you can't hold on when you can't let go