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?