Story Behind The Song
Writer got sober.
Song Description
Reformed screw up dreams of what could have been with an old flame.
Song Length |
3:42 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative, Pop - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Restless, On Cloud Nine |
Subject |
Frustration, Kissing |
Similar Artists |
The Beatles, Crowded House |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
?Impossible?
Lyrics & Music by Jimm McIver
All the moons are mad at you
So am I
You could have been a flower in your spare time
We always underestimate wingspans here
So busy taking turns we forget to steer
So I heard you were looking for me
Well I?m not the fuck up that I use to be
Who?d of thought I?d be standing here 35
At the turn of the century I?m still alive
Do you have a dollar for sexual
Expression, dressing rooms are cramped and I?m feeling low
Can I have a can of attention span
My clicker?s in the kitchen and that nun is a man
So I heard you were looking through me
To catch a glimpse of the fuck up I use to be
Who?d of thought I?d be standing here patiently
Tapping my toes to the tune of sobriety
I had a dream that it all came down
To you and me on a silver cloud
I want to touch you improbable
Until you kiss me impossible
Impossible
So I heard you needed somebody
Cross yourself, genuflect when you think of me
I had a dream that it all came down
To you and me on a silver cloud
I want to touch you improbable
Until you kiss me impossible