There was a time when life just moved — and I didn’t. I was present, but not really there. Passenger is the sound of being stuck in the backseat of your own existence, watching moments pass through a fogged window, disconnected from the wheel. The melodies feel distant on purpose — they echo what it’s like to drift through life without direction. But beneath that haze, there’s motion. It’s the spark that says, “It’s time to take control.”