Besedila: Transit. Other. The Best Of Them.

get those hands up, would you pray for me?
and if i was lost behind, would you wait for me?

when guitars speak, its cause talk is cheap and there's blood-red stains on these city streets and the words we write won't save our souls tonight.

burn those bridges in your name and i know i'll be sad when i see the ashes fall.
im not bitter like the rest of them, im bitter like the best of them.
and i know that i'll be better through it all.

put those fists up would you fight with me?
and if i chose to walk, would you leave with me?

when the sad heart cries, its cause eyes tell lies and it seems that price outweighs the prize.
and all that handshakes form are heartaches in this town.

would you wait a minute to wait for me?