Strike Songtext
von Eliza McLamb

Called you yesterday in the evening
It was pretty late
Got freaked out on WebMD again
And you know I hate
When I can feel all the blood in my arms
Gotta lay down and hold ′em up above my heart
I make a cup of tea and you read to me
Over the phone
'Til I let go
′Til I'm asleep

You're a shock to my system
And I don′t trust what I don′t know
Always waiting for the other shoe to drop so I can run home
Barefoot, in the cold
Alone


But I don't wanna wait for the
Moment I′m safe to love you
It's always too late when I do
I′m giving you a knife to hold at my throat
Sending for a flood and watching it go
I'd soften underneath your blow
But every time I think you′ll strike you don't

Took a long walk in the closest woods
That I could find
In this barren desert wasteland
That I call mine
And when we sat in the creek
You looked up
Golden boy soaking in the hostile sun

You were needed too much as a child, like me
I know what it is to be what you give
Now let's be free

I don′t wanna wait for the
Moment I′m safe to love you
It's always too late when I do
I′m giving you a knife to hold at my throat
Sending for a flood and watching it go
I'd soften underneath your blow
But every time I think you′ll strike you don't

Every time I think you′ll strike you don't
Every time I think you'll strike you don′t