Yeah this place exists

I see the people walking with their heads turned down

Searching for a sanctuary in this weary town Trying to escape the nothing

and the hollow lies Looking for a corner where the truth

never dies It’s a heavy road we’re walking, through the noise and the cold

Looking for a story that hasn’t already been sold. But there’s a Mercy that was

moving before we drew a breath A Love that comes to find

us in the shadow of death It’s pulling every heart back

to where we all belong Turning every silent cry into a brand