What if I told ya the Sun is coming closer? What a heatstroke, such a supernova, ah Would you hold me close, right here on my shoulder? It never feels like summer's really over, ah, ah
'Cause when it starts, I'm overwhelmed No, I can't explain And then the walls begin to melt As it burns to the flames And I recall the way I felt No, I'll never be the same No, I wouldn't be the same, ah Ah
What if I told ya the Sun is coming closer? What a heatstrokе, such a supernova, ah Would you hold me close, right hеre on my shoulder? It never feels like summer's really over, ah, ah
'Cause when it starts, I'm overwhelmed No, I can't ignore In the end it's hard to tell What we're all fighting for Shall we sit here by ourselves And let go, ah, ah
So won't you tell me that we'll make it? Tell me that we'll make it, tell me that we'll make it Tell me that we'll make it Thinkin' maybe we can save us Maybe we can save this, maybe we can save this Maybe we can save this Even if we're fakin', even if we're fakin' Even if we're fakin', even if we're fakin' Thinkin' maybe we can save us Maybe we can save this, maybe we can save this Maybe we can save this Wouldn't that be wonderful? Wouldn't that be wonderful? Wouldn't that be wonderful? Wouldn't that be wonderful? Wouldn't that be wonderful? Wouldn't that be wonderful?
What if I told ya the Sun is coming closer? What a heatstroke, such a supernova, ah
Compositores: Gregory Hein, John Graham Hill (IMRO), Khalid Robinson (BMI), Simon ChristensenEditores: EMI April Music Inc (ASCAP), Rodeo Man Music (IMRO), Sony/ATV Songs LLC (BMI)Administração: EMI April Music Inc (ASCAP), Sony Music Publishing LLCECAD verificado obra #46270354 em 01/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM