The Striker Songtext
von Mad Madmen

One of these days you′ll strike a chord
Not that it's up to me
One of these days you′ll strike a pose
One that'll set your sails

Sliding from beneath, a memory of how you were useless
Whenever there was jealousy, no...
How could I ever console?
No I couldn't mend at all, at all, at all...
(Oooh, oooh – Oooh, oooh, oo-oo-ooh)


And one of these days you′ll strike a match
Lighting a path to take
And one of these days you′ll strike a pose
With someone that comforts you

Yet you never were the type to strike fear
One day I will try to understand that
You belong elsewhere — anywhere but here
I drag along, but it never ceases too
I'm just trying to find some peace for my mind
But it never ceases too, I′m just trying to find some peace
I drag along, but it never ceases too
I'm just trying to find some peace
For my mind, yeah
I′m just trying, I'm just trying...

(Humming)