Hopefulness to Hopelessness (Conciertos Radio 3)

Lyrics

[AMELIA FLETCHER, spoken] It's almost [?] [SUNG] Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do Ba ba ba-da ba Do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do Ba ba ba-da ba I still want to have a chart hit, go to pop parties I still want to go to Paris in the spring I still want to get my hair cut just like Jean Seberg I still want to shout and scream, say what I mean A million reasons for wanting to carry on living to achieve A million things I am unlikely ever to carry out But I like the make-believe I still want to have a garden with flowers, not mud, in I still want somebody who will watch me grow old I still want to hear you end your half-finished pop songs I still want to do what I can without being told A million reasons for wanting to carry on living to achieve A million things I am unlikely ever to carry out But I like the make-believе Hopefulness to hopelеssness is not (not very far) very far, I suppose Hopefulness to hopelessness is not (not very far) very far, but don't go Never blur the line I still want to have nice straight legs that look nice in kicks I still want to learn the art of being rude I still want to hear you throwing stones at my window I still want to do what I can, but do it with you A million reasons for wanting to carry on living to achieve A million things I am unlikely ever to carry out But I like the make-believe Hopefulness to hopelessness is not (not very far) very far, I suppose Hopefulness to hopelessness is not (not very far) very far, but don't go Never blur the line Hopefulness to hopelessness is not (not very far) very far, I suppose Hopefulness to hopelessness is not (not very far) very far, but don't go Never blur the line Don't never blur the line