Sorry if I seem a little distant
I've got things on my mind
if I come to you without an answer
will I be left behind?
And do we learn to lose the wishing game
Killing every hour god sends me
I won't fight anymore
something in a smile the slightest movement
I knew I would never have yours
and so we learn to lose the wishing game
I'm tired now and you don't look the same
when you rose goes by another name
you've lost the wishing game
And so we learn to lose again and again
the wishing game
sorry if I seem a little distant
I've got things on my mind
