so there's this girl on a hill
with a kite strapped to her back
she's crying "˜come on hurry blow
hurry pick me up and throw me skywards'
she's got a prayer in her mouth
and she's done all of the math
she's got a feather for a heart but
it still doesn't
guarantee
her
cos not everything you run to wants you
(it's just not just, it's not just, it's just wrong)
and not everything you love will love you...
(it's just not just, it's not just, it's just wrong)
so there's this boy on a hill with a hammer
in his hand he's shouting "˜fire in the sky
come on turn me into something special'
and then a storm whips up and the heavens are
alive and he's wearing copper shoes but it
still doesn't guarantee him...
cos not everything you run to wants you
(it's just not just, it's not just, it's just wrong)
and not everything you love will love you
(it's just not just, it's not just, it's just wrong)
it's the tragedy of dreamers
like me and you...