Someplace Songtext
von Record Setter

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 still probably my fault or their fault
But it never felt like leaving
There are thoughts of crowds of people
Gathered underneath the steeple
You go inside, I'll be outside
Let′s say that you're a speaker

But don't mind me as I′m passing
The back of myself
Searching for a shelf
Or a crack in the wall
Something that might conceal me
I′ll climb inside and hide inside the wiggly
I am not a man
But I'm still a person
I am not a man
But I′m still a person