Text: Heather Nova. Wonderlust. Paper Cup.

Wishful thinking I might be yours
Drifting on every step
I'm always drawn to the dark horse
Sweet sweet, oh nothing's said

And every dream is just a dream, after all

And everything stands so still when you dance
Everything spins so fast
And the night's in a paper cup
When you want it to last

Wishful thinking you might be mine
Every shiver sends
One breath under the bridge of sighs
Bending where the river bends

And every dream is just a dream, after all

And everything stands so still when you dance
Everything spins so fast
And the nights in a paper cup
When you want it to last

And every dream is just a dream, after all

And everything stands so still when you dance
Everything spins so fast
And the night's in a paper cup
When you want it to last

And everything stands so still when you dance
Everything spins so fast
And the night's in a paper cup
When you want it to last