One of the things that I long for the most
That I dream of at night and that haunts me like a ghost
Something that fills all my days and my diary too I suppose...
Razor-sharp tongues wrong sweet mean
What will become of all their dreams
We've heard the rumours going 'round
On how we despise the kids downtown
Chances are we will never make it far
Have a sip you'll get used to it
Getting dizzier every hour
We would love to see the world
These houses are so very small
Take my hand or I know I will fall
They don't know which bus to take
They'd never want to hit the brakes
We are the brightest girls in town
We know we've got too much to lose
By staying here we will slowly disappear
She's looking for a new start
Something that might save her heart
Razor-sharp tongues wrong sweet mean
What will become of all their dreams
We've heard the rumours going 'round
On how we despise the clubs downtown
Chances are we will never make it far
