Someplace

How long have I been standing
Just staring at the floor
How long was that door open
I never noticed it before

There was always a certain rhythm
To the way that I was feeling
It's your fault my fault
It's their fault but it never felt like leaving

There are throngs and crowds
Of people gathered underneath a steeple
You go inside
I'll be outside
Listening on a speaker

But don't mind me
As I'm pacing the back by myself
Searching for a shelf
Or a crack in the wall
Someplace that might conceal me
I'll climb inside and hide indefinitely

I am not a man
but I'm still a person



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Morrison, Jake Mitchell, Judy Mitchell, Kyle Pennington
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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