Galleries

I've got a curated collection
Of all my personal reflection
It's like a museum of every connection I've had with You
Feels so sacred and so precious
It's a place where I can rest
I've got glass cases to protect my point-of-view

I put You on these walls in my mind
Wanderin' halls I've designed tryin' to find You

But You don't hang in galleries
You're movin' in the mystery
You're never gonna be contained in lovely frames to view casually
I don't wanna limit You
To only what I've seen You do
I wanna be where Your heart is
Why would I stop to stare at the art when
I could be in the Presence of the Artist

Ooh, in the Presence of the Artist

It's like I'm leadin' a tour
I want 'em to follow
Dressin' my pride up like I'm a scholar
I've got excuses up to my collar
I'm avoiding You
'Cause I'm comfortable lookin' at my beliefs
'Cause they never have to look back at me
I'm really just scared that You'll leave if You see the truth

But You don't hang in galleries
You're movin' in the mystery
You're never gonna be contained in lovely frames to view casually
I don't wanna limit You
To only what I've seen You do
I wanna be where Your heart is
Why would I stop to stare at the art when
I could be in the Presence of the Artist

Ooh, in the Presence of the Artist

I put You on these walls in my mind
Wanderin' halls I've designed tryin' to find You
I put You on these walls in my mind
Wanderin' halls I've designed tryin' to find You
Tryin' to find You

But You don't hang in galleries
You're movin' in the mystery
You're never gonna be contained in lovely frames to view casually
I don't wanna limit You
To only what I've seen You do
I wanna be where Your heart is
Why would I stop to stare at the art when
I could be in the Presence of the Artist

Ooh, in the Presence of the Artist



Credits
Writer(s): Ross King, Jonathan Gregory Jackson, Steph Andrews
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