The Wolf

I hear a whisper
In my head
I breathe what I said
And find new roads

My feelings sharp
Pieces of me
There is no sound
On this dark street

Gold in front of me
Grasping so tight
To the end of the rope

Waiting is over
Thrills are real
Auuuuuh
The wolf on the top of the
Hill

Waiting is over
Thrills are real
The wolf on the top of the
Hill

Uneasy looks
Lungs under pressure
Cheeks slowly blaze
I feel my skeleton

Tall me who am I?
Seeking my own place
Howling through the night
Crawling through the day

Gold in front of me
Grasping so tight
To the end of the rope

Waiting is over
Thrills are real
The wolf on the top of the
Hill

Waiting is over
Thrills are real
The wolf on the top of the
Hill