This Is the Place - Sam Brookes

We can sit from our little brim

Drink and list all that’s wrong and then

We have always just done enough

Won’t this year be made of that stuff?

If you’re weary and find you fail to flow

Let it wash over and release your toes

Let the grip go that holds that smile in your face

Then you’ll find, then you’ll find

That this is the place

That this is the place

Getting tired but I am strong

Mindless demons they do me wrong

Waiting on a wind of change

I’ve thrown it all but it stays the same

If you’re weary and find you fail to flow

Let it wash over and release your bones

Let the grip go that holds that smile in your face

Then you’ll find, then you’ll find

That this is the place

That this is the place

And if you fail to flow

Let it wash over and release your bones

Let the grip go that holds that smile in your face

Then you’ll find, then you’ll find

That this is the place

That this is the place

That this is the place