Wishful Thinking Songtext
von Paige Fish

Here I am again
No surprises
The future in my hands
A dangerous place
Another perfect man
And I half like him
But then he looks at me
And I can′t fake
That if I was five or 10 years older
Or had a different brain
That I'd consider picking out a little silver ring
So three cheers for wishful thinking
A silent raise my glass
If I say what I′m thinking
Then I can't take it back
A different dimension
One where the stars align
I hate my intuition
It loves me cry
He took my hand to dance


He did it gently (so gently)
But I had different plans
For my early 20s
Oh we want different things
And that's my problem
And you′re just standing there so unaware
That my dreams will last past autumn
How did I let it get this far
I think I′m gonna break his heart
Three cheers for wishful thinking
A silent raise my glass
If I say what I'm thinking
Then I can′t take it back
A different dimension
One where the stars align
I hate my intuition
It loves me cry
Three cheers for wishful thinking
A silent raise my glass
If I say what I'm thinking
Then I can′t take it back
A different dimension
One where the stars align
I hate my intuition
It loves to see me cry