Lyrics: Cecilie Vahle/Birk Storm
Music: Cecilie Vahle/Birk Storm
Gotta get out of this conversation and soak up the sun
Gotta get out of my head and get out this place and have fun, fun
I cut my teeth on their bad believes and it made me feel numb
I’m so over all their giggles and their puns, apple pie and coffee runs
I
I
I think I’d rather die
I’m breathing like I’m running and I’m falling behind
Losing my religion, losing track of time
I don’t wanna have to wave my dreams bye bye
Gotta get out of this house and I’m gonna run for the hills
And leave my boy in the city to take care of the sweeping and the bills and the spills
I’m not doing the d-dishes I’m stealing from the till
My tongue is not tied
I can sing and I can bite
I think I might
I’m breathing like I’m running and I’m falling behind
Losing my religion, losing track of time
I don’t wanna have to wave my dreams bye bye
I’m breathing like I’m running and I’m falling behind
Losing my religion, losing track of time
I don’t wanna have to wave my dreams bye bye
I don’t wanna have to wave my dreams bye bye
I don’t wanna have to wave my dreams bye bye
I don’t wanna have to wave my dreams bye bye