Matador

Cathartic tears the seven seas Set sail from my monstrosities The stems in which your sorrow binds And agony and pain in kind Shot up into the aching sky There’s your answer. No reply This love is like the violent press Assailant to your happiness Such fertile ground for light to grow I’m just a matador with a convoy I’m just a suit of lights on the stone Not adept not equipped to any mess that I got in I’m just a matador with a convoy I’m just a suit of lights on the stone Stood by a fountain Blinded by the light Better late than never Better late at night Can rolling thunder shed a smilе? Or just a battle with missile like еyes The words are spilling and the car is not running You keep them at the gates but they just keep coming Such fertile ground for light to grow I’m just a matador with a convoy I’m just a suit of lights on the stone Set me at ease, your expertise lies in the ring of indigenous reality I’m just a matador with a convoy I’m just a suit of lights on the stone