Lyrics
[Verse 1] You drew a second moon on the courthouse wall With a silver marker nobody saw Said every locked door keeps a private key If you listen where the hinges breathe I followed your map through the museum rain Past extinct birds and a broken train You wore that grin like contraband A little revolution in the palm of your hand [Pre-Chorus] No one could name what we were after Still, the whole room tilted toward your laughter [Chorus] You make a rumor feel like truth Turn the impossible loose With one raised eyebrow, one crooked cue The world forgets what it was supposed to do You make a rumor feel like truth And I keep finding my way to you Not for the answer, not for the proof Just for the beautiful trouble you move me through [Verse 2] At the planetarium, the projector stalled We watched blank circles climb the wall You said, “Maybe the sky needs time To choose a shape that can carry our minds” A trumpet vendor played three notes outside Each one leaned like it had something to hide You tapped the rhythm against your sleeve And made a small parade of what we couldn’t leave [Pre-Chorus] No one could name what we were after Still, every wrong turn pulled us faster [Chorus] You make a rumor feel like truth Turn the impossible loose With one raised eyebrow, one crooked cue The world forgets what it was supposed to do You make a rumor feel like truth And I keep finding my way to you Not for the answer, not for the proof Just for the beautiful trouble you move me through [Bridge] If the map burns, let it burn bright We’ll read the smoke and call it flight If the signal fades, don’t say goodbye Some messages survive by changing sides [Final Chorus] You make a rumor feel like truth Turn the impossible loose With one raised eyebrow, one crooked cue The world forgets what it was supposed to do You make a rumor feel like truth And I keep finding my way to you Not for the answer, not for the proof Just for the beautiful trouble you move me through [Outro] Beautiful trouble, keep pulling me through No final answer, just a different view Beautiful trouble, I’m following you
