The Final Strike

(albüm: Float - 2005)

As I was fourteen I was playful
I had a time when I was plainly touched
And played it as it lays
For a moment there was silence
To look for reasons is beside the point
And it won't last long

I was wrong, I was cold enough
To smack you right in the face
All I want, all you don't
Will I be right or wrong
A kick, a punch, a final strike
It all came up the other night
I closed my fingers for a fight
When I was wrong

I read the book of bad temptations
Down the streets where I was feeling alright
And slept for quite a while
Still I heard something special
On a TV and all that I've ever seen
Is what I'll keep in mind

I was wrong
Still I want so much to smack you right in the face
All I want, all you don't
Will I be right or wrong
A kick, a punch, a final strike
Bye now, saying goodbye
And I call now out for more
Will I be wrong
Will I be wrong
Will I be wrong