Holy Place

I want a seat around the outside looking in
I'm taking every bit of love from all my family and friends
And send them packing again
That's the way it's gonna end

I saw an empty pair of shoes on the highway last night
I felt the spirit floating up to a starless sky
I almost started to cry
That's how I wanna die

Resume the function while you're lonely rock yourself back to sleep
Omit the habit, find a sober corner so you can breathe
Lose the desire to speak
Fall back on quivering knees

Suppose the winter wasn't cold, would there still be a breeze?
Suppose that closing both your eyes would be a fine way to see
Suppose that's all that you'd need
Suppose we live in that dream!

I can't see you
I can't hear you
I can't feel you
I don't know

I can feel love slipping away
Used to be love every day
I'm done getting drunk on the couch
I hit the floor with it, filled with unfortunate joy

A quiet holy place where you can burn your fire at night
A way of living where you're never getting paid for your time
You work real hard til you die
It's not a grave, it's a smile

You can't just organize your way into whatever you like
Keep up your morals, spin your tires, while you're still doing fine
Leave all the garbage behind
You won't believe what you find

I can't see you
I can't hear you
I can't feel you
I don't know

I can feel love slipping away
Used to be love every day
I'm done getting drunk on the couch

I can feel love slipping away
Used to be love every day
I'm done getting drunk on the couch
I hit the floor with it, filled with unfortunate joy

I can feel love slipping away
Used to be love every day
I'm done getting drunk on the couch

I can feel love slipping away
Used to be love every day
I'm done getting drunk on the couch



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Walsh
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