Tekster: The Fray. Fair Fight.

Made it 14 city blocks without breathin
Light breaks from the left and hits between the buildings
Stop lights change their name from green to red to green again
Love has its critics but they never keep many friends

Its alright, this could be a rough night.
So hold tight, this is not a fair fight.

She up and died and left you in the fall you could not forget
You were too young you said not yet, not yet, not yet.
That year the cherries choked from pretty pink, to red, to brown.
You looked around but she was nowhere to be found.

It's alright, this could be a rough night.
So hold tight, this is not a fair fight.
It's alright, this will be a rough night.
So hold tight, this is not a fair fight.