The Place

Look around this place; try to see the eyes that see me
Recognize a face or two
Music to embrace, much about the sound that's stirring
Filling in the space, the mood

A subtle give and take, sharing pieces of expression
Hear it creep in like a plague
Thoughts you just can't shake, ring inside your head for hours
And it's keeping you awake

Look into myself; disregard the eyes that see me
And I could use some help
Hold on, hold on, hold on, Help is coming
Conjure up a spell; weave it out of place and purpose
So to open up the shell



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Olson
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