Lyrics: Илья Ширшин/Анна Благова
Music: Илья Ширшин/Анна Благова
What is going wrong with me?
Lost my sense of gravity
And the summer seems to have flown by
And as my property descends
It’s an illusion to think that someone else
Would handle it all quite right
Thoughts of you are medicine
She flashed into sudden spleen
And I have no words to explain
Wonder if it all is correct
And think it’s better to offend
Than as always to fly right
I was alone
Seeing your fall
Crept in my mind
So unkind
Oh whatever…
Drive me home and we’ll drink together
What is going wrong with me?
Lost my sense of gravity
I believe tomorrow that will end
But anyway you’re chasing me
And I make myself to pose a mystery
When everything is turning clear
I was alone
Seeing your fall
Crept in my mind
So unkind
Oh whatever…
Drive me home and we’ll sleep together