Tell me son what's troubling you   Carry on, don't hold on to   the places, the faces you hold too dear   the lights and the voices you used to fear      from the merry-go-round   I'll go helpless   you reach the silver screen      we came this far, we couldn't lose   I took a stand, it was no use   the games, the omissions she made too clear   she's a cut on my hand that will never heal      it's in the way she moves   the way she moves you   the way she moves your senses   I played it like a fool   I hope I don't forget   I lost the game, but I won the bet      break in the morning with your sweetest words   you came and you cried, storming through my door   taking advise only from alcohol   I plundered my pockets   and I threw it all   oh, the table screen fell right in front of you   we lost our way, I was falling through   the rooftops and stairways we tried to climb   I did all the effort, but I never tried      from the merry-go-round   I'll go helpless   you reach the silver screen      it's in the way she moves   the way she moves you   the way she moves your senses   I played it like a fool   I hope I don't forget   I lost the game, but I won the bet