Texty: Goldspot. Emily.

Look at this life
We're a pair of fourteen-year-olds holding hands in the sun
If we can be wise we'll part with the pride set our egos aside for a day
Cause recently I woke up in the middle of the night
And I had a feeling that something ain't right
See I tried to kiss you through the pillow on my right
And uh oh Emily, will you marry me again?
I wish I was the sun that kisses your face puts your freckles in place all at once
I know I got my faults but is the boy you are having really worth loving at all
Cause recently I woke up in the middle of the night
And I had a feeling that something ain't right
See I tried to kiss you through the pillow on my right
And uh oh Emily, will you marry me again?

But love isn't easy
At times you'll go crazy
Or maybe just maybe

And uh oh Emily, will you marry me?
Uh oh Emily, will you marry me?
Uh oh Emily, will you marry me?
And uh oh Emily, will you marry me again?

So we can remember this life
As a pair of fourteen-year-olds holding hands in the sun