Lyrics Wishing - Bad Moves

Wishing

Everybody wants to know:
«What are you gonna be?»
A handful of hours of air inside your lungs
But we’ve got months of dreams
We build a world around you
In the foolish belief:
There is a nobleness to these projections
Whispered as you sleep
I know these wishes get so heavy
And oh, sometimes they make us blind
I’ll try to see you as you are
Dwindling households and fictional scenes
My mother lamenting the vanishing vision of what she saw for me
Quelling the forecast of roads up ahead
These are the lives that we never stop wishing we’d lived instead