The Losing Game Lyrics

A collection of valuable things

A heap of memories from the closet to the bag

Clothes and shoes, photos of dust... and the past

From the small hours of weakness

To the big hours of anger

Eight o'clock in the morning, a phone call

Some kind of inconceivable conversation

Desperation... and a shut

From the days of acceptance

To the years of rejection

There are moments that your world goes up & down

No matter how hard you try, you cannot reach the conscious life

It's a losing game with the truth and lie

No one knows whatever happened to the stranger with the smiley face

Someone said "he might have just gone to the road to nowhere"

Dynamite is about to explode

Now it's the right time for a change

Dazzled and obscured

All ghosts shall be conjured away

There are moments that your world goes up & down

No matter how hard you try, you cannot reach the conscious life

It's a losing game with the space and time

No one knows whatever happened to the stranger with the smiley face

Someone said "he might have just gone to the road to nowhere"