Strike Four Songtext
von Hemina

I made the most of what I was dealt
I know when talking broad strokes it′s not a lot
I gave so much more than I ever took
I guarantee
Can't I ever catch a break?
I know this would be solace for someone
But when has that ever helped me?
Will I cry when the clock strikes four?

Will I even feel a thing?
It′s never enough
Always competing with you
It's never enough
I'm always searching as you look the other way
It′s the same everyday
You′re always further
Further away
Making the most of my time here, now
Woah
Ah


It's never enough
Always competing with you
It′s never enough
I'm always searching as you look the other way
It′s the same everyday
Everything's always further
Further away
Making the most of my time here
Without you


Somehow we all reach for the stars
Somehow it always rips us apart
The quest for money and status leaves scars
But somehow we still romance the dark
The ether: the space between me and you
(There′s nothing beautiful there)
Follow me (Follow me)
Off the beaten path
Won't you follow me? (Follow me)
Don't waste your time
Because you can never get it back
So break a leg
And let the best man win
When the clock strikes four
Am I a good man?
Look at the green I bleed
I burn relationships like cigars
And smoke all that′s left
For the win
It′s because you shackled me
In your loss
(Amen)
You passed the torch between men
Yes, you did!
Follow me (Follow me)
Off the beaten path
Won't you follow me? (Follow me)
Don′t waste your time
Because you can never get it back
So break a leg
And let the best man win
When the clock strikes four
Yeah

I am now an afterthought
Abandoned left to grow (Left to grow)
Will I tread this path of yours?
Another night echo? (Echo)
Will I be a father or will I die alone? (Die alone)
And will I get the chance to live of normalcy? Oh no

Follow me (Follow me)
Off the beaten path
Won't you follow me? (Follow me)
Don′t waste your time
Because you can never get it back
So break a leg
And let the best man win
When the clock strikes four

I have never lived a day without
Thinking of your final deceit
I'm in a race against the lantern′s light
But it's still burning bright
Never cared for fate or the stars
But this is surely an omen
I'm in a mortal fear of the hour-hand′s strike
I′m you to the second
Who's to say?
Who′s to know?
Fallen prey to superstition
Haven't I learned one single thing?
Another night echo
And as the chime rang bells of four
And I stood there as I stand before you
Death′s hand lost its grip on me
But the cloud's still overhead