And I'm getting stronger now.
hip throws / chokeholds / jointlocks
The prospects are vast.
The stars, the enlightment, and double the excitement, tsunami begins.
My nyctophile friend offered a hand and all the arms we need.
Triple the excitement, tsunami begins, and I am invited
to get a chance for the wildest dance and go for the bliss.
Now it's a choice to discover the loneliness
and be too proud to show the wounds,
or leave forever and throw away all those years,
that made me what I am today.
What lies in front of me is another year of hardening,
another year of wondering through the hallways of judiciary.
To reignite the pa**ion and be too cautious to surrender.
Another late night call, another fall…
Say it out loud!
I want to see you at least once before it all begins.
Take me there, stars are bright, no Moon to take me home.
The stars, the enlightment, and double the frightment, tsunami is over.
My nyctophile friend still offers a hand,
but it's hard to see from here.
Triple the frightment, tsunami is over, and I'm halfway through,
in the midst of the mist on an October night,
still chasing the Dream.
The one that's already gone.
And I'm getting slower now.
You try to run in your sleep.
The prospects are in mist.
I went way in too deep.
Can't neighter choke the feelings,
nor continue to roam.
No Moon to take me home.