Paroles de 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