Дети, которые играют на гитаре - давно уже не звёзды вечеров. Ðет, они emery do you know what you do to me?
Tired of all the fantasies, cause reality is
I can’t have what’s good for me
Honestly I’m up all night just wondering
If you’d ever take the chance to be
The impossible, is that a possibility?
It’s on the tip of my tongue, I’m an easy target
And your lips are a gun
So pull the trigger let the bullet come
If you miss me than to you I’ll run
You disaprove of the choices made'
The things I choose ironically I chose you
And you’d shoot but I’m not bulletproof
Emery do you know what you do to me?
Tired of all the fantasies, cause reality is
I can’t have what’s good for me
Honestly I’m up all night just wondering
If you’d ever take the chance to be
The impossible, is that a possibility?
I’d take the blame for you I’d wait
Song after song you’re the dj
We push and pull like tug of war
You’re major not minor the perfect chord
Black notes on white, the melody
Like yin and yang a harmony
Could you please take the signs and repeat
Emery do you know what you do to me?
Tired of all the fantasies, cause reality is
I can’t have what’s good for me
Honestly I’m up all night just wondering
If you’d ever take the chance to be
The impossible, is that a possibility?