Besedila: Queensryche. The Hands.

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When I?m lost . . . I find a way.
I hear voices. I feel them surround me,
pull me from the edge.
I close my eyes and . . . .

my luck keeps holding strong,
even when the boot comes down.
Waiting for the revolution but there?s no one around except the . . . hands out of nowhere, saving me again.
There?s always something there watching out for me,
if I?m suffocating, it gives me air.

Finally now I remember,
but where I?m going now, I?m not sure.
Only one thing matters much to me anymore.

I?m looking for you.
Can you imagine? You can?t think.
You won?t find a way this time to frighten me.
You?re running scared, now, always looking
over your shoulder for a place where
you don?t see my face.

But my luck keeps holding so strong,
even with the state I?m in.
I?m like a revolution of one, even when I stumble I win.

Because there?s hands out of nowhere, saving me again.
There?s always something there, watching out for me.
When I?m suffocating, it gives me air.

I?m like a cat with only a few lives left
and I?m crawling through the shadows.
Watching my back waiting for the attack that I know is
coming . . . I feel it?s near