Besedila: Stone Temple Pilots. No. 4. Glide.

Torment the tortured, teach me things
I'm so alive
Speak to the speechless, seek the things
You have inside

You can hunt for the hunter
He's got nowhere to hide
You can seek with the seeker
But hold on for the ride

Keep it coming I'm going all the way
Keep it coming I'm going all the way
Give me half a chance
From throwing it all away

Run to the place that hides the pain
You have inside
Cover my chain it hides the strain
Only to glide

You can hunt for the hunter
He's got nowhere to hide
You can seek with the seeker
But hold on for the ride

Keep it coming I'm going all the way
Keep it coming I'm going all the way
Give me half a chance
From throwing it all away

There's nowhere to turn to nowhere
There's nowhere to run
You can fly with the fader, fly it
Fly it on the run

There is nowhere to turn to nowhere
There is nowhere to run
You can fly with the fader, fly it
Fly it on the run

It's too late, the time is gone
Later on again 'cause no one's leaving
It's too late, the time is gone
Later on again 'cause no one's leaving, now look away

There's nowhere to turn to nowhere
There's nowhere to run
You can fly with the fader, fly it
Fly it on the run

There is nowhere to turn to nowhere
There is nowhere to run
You can fly with the fader, fly it
Fly it on the run