Hustler
He's staring down from the bridge above
Beholds a glimpse and he's in love
Pictures again rushing through his head
For a moment reasoning drops dead
Everyone gets always high on those clouds
He wants the same
Throws himself into the crowd
Looks for the heart that will set him free
He wants to live the taste of ecstasy
All alone, left without impulsion
Cravings ahead of his empathy
Consumed by far-fetched anticipations
Rushing his years, never learned to wait
He takes the midnight train
In new brought suit, walking down the lane
And wears his blue jeans very tight
So she will fall for him at first sight
Head and heart are back in flight
A dream come true, illuminated by red light
Whatever it takes, so it be all coins at hand
Out of sight, hidden behind trash cans
All alone, left without impulsion
Hard-on ahead of his empathy
Consumed by far-fetched anticipations
Rushing his years, hasting to get laid
In silence, he's decaying
Soaked in puddles of his lonely tears
Every night is a simple existing
Grieving the one he never got to meet
He leaves the empty train
Walks the way back home again
False perception now destroyed
Deep in his heart expands the void
All alone, left without impulsion
Embittered, he forgot what's empathy
There come again the days of isolation
Isolation lasts everything
Beholds a glimpse and he's in love
Pictures again rushing through his head
For a moment reasoning drops dead
Everyone gets always high on those clouds
He wants the same
Throws himself into the crowd
Looks for the heart that will set him free
He wants to live the taste of ecstasy
All alone, left without impulsion
Cravings ahead of his empathy
Consumed by far-fetched anticipations
Rushing his years, never learned to wait
He takes the midnight train
In new brought suit, walking down the lane
And wears his blue jeans very tight
So she will fall for him at first sight
Head and heart are back in flight
A dream come true, illuminated by red light
Whatever it takes, so it be all coins at hand
Out of sight, hidden behind trash cans
All alone, left without impulsion
Hard-on ahead of his empathy
Consumed by far-fetched anticipations
Rushing his years, hasting to get laid
In silence, he's decaying
Soaked in puddles of his lonely tears
Every night is a simple existing
Grieving the one he never got to meet
He leaves the empty train
Walks the way back home again
False perception now destroyed
Deep in his heart expands the void
All alone, left without impulsion
Embittered, he forgot what's empathy
There come again the days of isolation
Isolation lasts everything
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Writer(s): Jan Rudolph
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