Rising Stars Diamond Dust

We are stolen pennies from the wishing well
We are soft reductions in the hard sell
We are bits of brass from the Big Ben Bell
We are secret kisses but we’ll never tell

Flying kites through the city
Tripping as we glide through the streets so pretty tonight
Cos you know we’re rising stars
Yeah we are
Yeah we are
Yeah we are
Yeah we are
Yeah we are
Yeah we are

We are gold plated ribbon microphones
We are razor blade edits with the speakers blown
Yeah we are free credit in the love arcade
We are freaks heading up the hit parade

Flying kites through the city
Tripping as we glide through the streets so pretty tonight
Cos you know we’re rising stars
Yeah we are
Yeah we are
Yeah we are
Flying kites in the city
Come and take a ride don’t you feel so pretty tonight
You know we’re rising stars
Yeah we are
Yeah we are
Yeah we are
Yeah we are
Yeah we are
Yeah we are