Besedila: Nine Black Alps. Headlights.

Headlights burn and then fade out
Unlike the long, distant way out

You think that you're perfect for this
That you can survive when it suddenly hits
And all that I have to resist
The blood in my body, the bones in my wrist
It's not like I asked for this

Tell me something to save me
All day it felt like you break me

'Cause some of the people you're with
Would stare at you static, to take what you give
And all that I have to resist
The blood in my body, the bones in my wrist
It's not like I asked for this

You think that you're perfect for this
That you can survive when it suddenly hits
And all that I have to resist
The blood in my body, the bones in my wrist
It's not like I asked for this