One Thrill
The thought of her eats at him
Like a wolf gone mad from music
The sound pierces his cranium
Invades his every word
He knows she'll say the one thing
To freeze his fevered rapture
Despite it come tomorrow
Her sound will he have heard
While it doesn't make what they did right
There's no comparing to her inner light
His one big thrill was thrilling her soul
He won't pretend to play some other role
It haunts his very being
To touch some grave hereafter
For in both here and after
It is her touch he feels
Recovered from the battles
The trials and tribulations
The taste of her still on his lips
That made a love this real
Hasn't found the answers to move on
The silence that she makes still breaks the dawn
His one big thrill was thrilling her soul
He can't pretend to play some other role
If life should imitate their work of art
And we are more than actors playing parts
The thrill that may fulfill his aching heart
May set him free...
As he bids her farewell
There is no consolation
An old man walks the desert
He drowns with his own tears
Just then an apparition
Appears on the horizon
The girl who thrills yet he is still
Alone throughout his years
Hasn't found the answers to move on
The silence that she makes still breaks the dawn
Well his one last thrill
Her thrilling his soul
The story of a man without a role
The story of a man without a role
Like a wolf gone mad from music
The sound pierces his cranium
Invades his every word
He knows she'll say the one thing
To freeze his fevered rapture
Despite it come tomorrow
Her sound will he have heard
While it doesn't make what they did right
There's no comparing to her inner light
His one big thrill was thrilling her soul
He won't pretend to play some other role
It haunts his very being
To touch some grave hereafter
For in both here and after
It is her touch he feels
Recovered from the battles
The trials and tribulations
The taste of her still on his lips
That made a love this real
Hasn't found the answers to move on
The silence that she makes still breaks the dawn
His one big thrill was thrilling her soul
He can't pretend to play some other role
If life should imitate their work of art
And we are more than actors playing parts
The thrill that may fulfill his aching heart
May set him free...
As he bids her farewell
There is no consolation
An old man walks the desert
He drowns with his own tears
Just then an apparition
Appears on the horizon
The girl who thrills yet he is still
Alone throughout his years
Hasn't found the answers to move on
The silence that she makes still breaks the dawn
Well his one last thrill
Her thrilling his soul
The story of a man without a role
The story of a man without a role
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Steckler
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