Impossible Things - Matt Nathanson

Produced by：Mike Viola/Tyler Chester

You go to sleep in your armor

I know that now

If I am a born performer

You're the unwinnable crowd

And you fall in love with people

Just like your dad

No matter how much you give 'em

They never give back

And you asked me for water

So I brought you the sea

Yeah I guess my desperation

Gets the best of me

We go 'round and 'round in the ring

Painting feathers on our anchors

Pretending they're wings

Our hearts tell us to stop

But our mind still swings

I just wanna be the one you ask to do

Impossible things

Impossible things

That time I was a kid

And I almost drown

Waving my arms above my head

With no one around

And I try my best

To make my therapist proud

But seeds like that'll

Grow in any ground

And I asked you for water

And you brought gasoline

Paying me back for all the things you said

You didn't want to mean

We go 'round and 'round in the ring

Painting feathers on our anchors

Pretending they're wings

Our hearts tell us to stop

But our muscles still swing

I just wanna be the one you ask to do

Impossible things

Impossible things