One Thrill by Matty Stecks

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 song will he have heard

While it doesn't make what they did right
There's no comparing to her inner light

Well his one big thrill was thrilling her soul
He can'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

Well 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
And old man walks the desert
He floods 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
He can't pretend to play some other role
He can't pretend to play some other role

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