Listening

We'll find a little room to grow
In cozy chairs we like to watch wind blow
The sky will eat me whole
Shake me to my bones
Distracted by the moon that lights the freckles on your nose
In fields we'll dream, we'll reach real deep and find a heart that glows
It's something strange that keeps my hopes up, cause in my heart I know

Oh, oh, oh, oh...

I think I can hear a bubbling sound
Creatures talk, their thoughts fall to the ground
They'll walk up in the air
Safe from all our glares
Running completely horrified of one anothers stare
It's hard to always keep your hopes up with all that doubt out there
Don't get prideful, keep your chin up, and always be prepared

You can try and tell me I'm not good enough to chase my dreams, go on, I'm not listening to you