Someplace Lyrics

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, all 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.