The rhythm's here is a bitch, but I guess you'll figure it out... C F G Stay out super late tonight picking apples, making pies put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us F C G we’re half-awake in a fake empire we’re half-awake in a fake empire Tiptoe through our shiny city with our diamond slippers on do our gay ballet on ice bluebirds on our shoulders we’re half-awake in a fake empire we’re half-awake in a fake empire Turn the light out say goodnight no thinking for a little while lets not try to figure out everything at once It’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky we’re half-awake in a fake empire we’re half-awake in a fake empire
