Tekstovi: Say Anything. The Words You Wield.

You?ve got nowhere to go but up
To where you?ll dine with foreign kings
You can?t forget about our tryst
And all those other fleeting things

And will they train you like a dog
And will they walk you down my streets
The wind will whistle our old songs
The ones I?ll always keep

You?ve got nowhere to go, whoa, whoa
Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa
Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa
Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa

I?ve got a bone to pick with you
About the argument we had
The day you got into that cab
And said my world is in your past

You?ve got nowhere to go, whoa, whoa
Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa
Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa
Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa

There must be something wrong with me
My mind is just a sickly little alibi
And why am I surprised
You?re giving up on me, goodbye

The words you?re wielding like a knife
The words you?re wielding like a knife
The words you?re wielding like a knife

You?ve got nowhere to go, whoa, whoa
Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa
Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa
Nowhere to go, whoa, whoa

The words you?re wielding like a knife, whoa, whoa
The words you?re wielding like a knife, whoa, whoa
The words you?re wielding like a knife, whoa, whoa
The words you?re wielding like a knife, whoa, whoa