You came in light
Like a door half-open
Left your coat on my chair
Then you were gone
You asked my name
Like you already knew it
I watched your hands
Turn my quiet into rain
And I kept your look
Like a match in my pocket
Burning slow
Even after you left
Now every room
Has your outline in it
I walk through the space
And it bends
Passing through me
Passing through me
You only stayed a while
Still you changed my shape
Passing through me
Passing through me
You were never mine to keep
But you stay in my frame
I still find you
In the edge of my mirror
In the way my voice
Stops before your name
I made a life
Around the place you touched me
Now even the air
Feels arranged that way
And I kept your look
Like a match in my pocket
Burning slow
Even after you left
Now every room
Has your outline in it
I walk through the space
And it bends
Passing through me
Passing through me
You only stayed a while
Still you changed my shape
Passing through me
Passing through me
You were never mine to keep
But you stay in my frame
Maybe that’s all
Some people are here for
A soft collision
That redraws the map
I don’t call it love
I don’t call it nothing
I just know I was one way
Before you passed
Passing through me
Passing through me
You only stayed a while
Still you changed my shape
Passing through me
Passing through me
You were never mine to keep
But you stay in my frame
- Lyricist
Mirsa Tollen
- Composer
Nessa Vire
- Producer
Tomas Fenn
- Vocals
Mirsa Tollen
Listen to Passing Through Me by Mirsa Tollen
Streaming / Download
- 1
Rain at the Terminal
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- 2
The Spare Key by the Canal
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- 3
Close Enough to Leave
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- 4
A Passing Shower in My Room
Mirsa Tollen
- 5
No Reply at the Ferry Gate
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Passing Through Me
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- 7
I Was Only a Port to You
Mirsa Tollen
- 8
Warehouse Lights After Midnight
Mirsa Tollen
- 9
You Left Before the Tide
Mirsa Tollen
- 10
Still Here by the Harbor Fog
Mirsa Tollen
- 11
Where You Ended, I Began
Mirsa Tollen
Mirsa Tollen's debut album Passing Through Me is set in a North Sea port city, capturing a relationship that felt like love to her, but was only temporary to the other person
Against rain-soaked trams, ferry terminals, and warehouse lights at night, she sings of almost-lovers, vague goodbyes, mornings of farewell, and the traces left behind, through cold minimal synths and a soft restrained voice...
