Lost Art Of Listening

In the sun

My story is glistening

Wrapped around everyone

The lost art of listening

I feel done

My hearts a ton

It's not a gun

No need to run

I'm not the one you're hiding from

The lost art of listening

We may not be who we're told to be

I'll hold you, will you hold me

When there's nothing left here to see

I'll hold you, will you hold me

I'm wondering

Are we in a dream world

Hypnotized by everything

In the lost art of listening

You're on the run

Your hearts a gun

You Don't know what you're hiding from

Don't turn around

You've just begun

And I'll be here listening

Heart on your sleeve

Tell me why does it matter

If you can hold me

We can make it together

We may not be who were told to be

I'll hold you, will you hold me

When there's Nothing left here to see/

Try to see more than right in front of me

/we need to feel free to be weak

I'll hold you, will you hold me

When you're on the line

What do you choose

Sharpen the knife

Or loosen the noose

I will be there

To hold you