Striking Songtext
von Unni Wilhelmsen

If I′d been a psychic, I'd jumped windows from joy
Shocking the old boys
If my day hadn′t been off, I'd still be numbed out of lust
But now my vision has framed us
You're in my room frying bread
While I get mail from your kid
And you say
Something in you strikes a match in me
Turning Bob into a choir boy for my future memories
While my other ear is filled with pleas of preserving the family
Words like devil, lust, and greed
But babe, I know we′re proof of something right
They just can′t see it
Jasmine Sensations could be the name of the soap
I try to palm off on you
In order to unscrew the cork, you've gotta up your butt sometimes
But apart from that and the rumbling and the smoking
You′re my human upper all
Pushing me gently through all my walls


Singing
Something in you strikes a match in me
Turning Bob into a choir boy for my future memories
While my other ear is full of pleas of preserving the family
Words like devil, lust, and greed
Babe, I know we're proof of something good, at least
But they won′t see it
And I can't listen to their definitions of responsibility
Let them mind their own sore families
Ignoring domestic disease
Justified by religious and moral beliefs
Oh, let me see them save their own
′Cause there's something in you that strikes a match in me
And now Bob will forever be a choir boy for my future memories
While my other ear is full of pleas of preserving the family
Words like devil, lust, and greed
But two out of the three don't apply to you and me
I follow what I see
Now I know what I was seeing