Текст песни
You re wishing on the moon tonight, until the truth sinks in
Just wishing on the moon tonight, how many doors will you have to open
Desperately hoping each one s the last, you re wishing on the moon
there s not a lucky star in sight
how many more will you close behind you
How many lies will you have to suffer, just wishing, how many sins will you have to swallow
how many dead end streets
Dodging your own defeats, you re wishing on the moon tonight Moon, how many more will you close behind you
How many eyes will you search in sorrow, until you discover there s nobody home Wishing, how many lies will you have to suffer
Just wishing on the moon tonight, how many wayward winds On, wishing on the moon tonight
How many doors will you have to open, you re wishing on the moon tonight, you re wishing on the moon tonight
How many dead end streets, you re wishing on the moon tonight
How many dreams will you finally squander, dodging your own defeats
How many eyes will you search in sorrow, dodging your own defeats, how many dead end streets
Until the truth sinks in, how many dead end streets
How many roads will you have to wander, how many lies will you have to suffer, wishing on the moon
Dodging your own defeats, how many eyes will you search in sorrow
How many lies will you have to suffer, how many dead end streets
That you ve been, until the truth sinks in
How many eyes will you search in sorrow, there s not a lucky star in sight, how many dreams will you finally squander
how many eyes will you search in sorrow
how many roads will you have to wander
how many dead end streets
Until you discover there s nobody home, until the truth sinks in
until the truth sinks in
Seeking to borrow some sight of your own, there s not a lucky star in sight, there s not a lucky star in sight
How many doors will you have to open, there s not a lucky star in sight, desperately hoping each one s the last
How many sins will you have to swallow, until the truth sinks in
how many sins will you have to swallow
how many fools will you have to follow
How many lies will you have to suffer, dodging your own defeats
seeking to borrow some sight of your own
seeking to borrow some sight of your own
There s not a lucky star in sight, dodging your own defeats
how many eyes will you search in sorrow
how many eyes will you search in sorrow
seeking to borrow some sight of your own