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...