Lyrics Making Room - Emily Hackett

Mon chéri, est-ce que tu rêves toujours?

On a plane back from Paris
Stayed awake, out the window staring
The clouds were draped in shades of indigo

I thought about us going down
And if the dark would spit us out
Or take us to another world below

But I'm trying on the optimist
And I kinda like the way it fits

Who cares?
It's better when it's happens out of nowhere
I like to imagine that it's right there
In the pocket of my jacket
I'm trying to make a habit, hmm
Of making room for magic

Put the tickets on the credit card
Five days before departure
And landed on our anniversary

And I felt the universe
On the stairs of Sacre Coeur
She was everything I dreamed that she would be

We were supposed to be here years ago
But she knew we needed time to grow

So, who cares?
It's better when it happens out of nowhere
I like to imagine that it's right there
In the pocket of my jacket
I'm trying to make a habit
Of making room for magic

Mon chéri, pour toi je gravirais des montagnes