كلمات The Wishing Game

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