Heather Nova
Paper Cup Wishful thinking I might be yoursDrifting on every stepI’m always drawn to the dark horse
sweet, sweet , oh nothing’s said
And every dream, every, is just a dream after allAnd everything stands so still when you danceEverything spins so fastAnd the night’s in a paper cup
When you want it to last
Wishful thinking you might be mineEvery shiver sendsOne breath under the bridge of sighs
Bending where the river bends
And every dream, every, is just a dream after all
And everything stands so still when you danceEverything spins so fastAnd the night’s in a paper cup