He was not mine
he was not mine
i saw him fall
to the white sand
in pamplona
there was a matador
a king
he swung the muleta
every heartbeat was a scream
wish i was there
wish i was there
to turn the blade
to wipe his tears
to shield his bones
and let the lightning gore my soul
but nobody covers for a matador
i am merely human
my body covered in buttons
can you feel the thunder
when i bow and arch the veil?
the stars are dull
arching the sun
it's getting late
they've chained the moon
now bet your coins
tapando la cara con la muleta
the sun never rises on a matador
i am merely human
my body covered in buttons
can you feel the thunder
when i bow and arch the veil?
kneel, kneel
spoliarium
a place to heal
kneel, kneel
to the angels in high heels
(Merci à Schattra pour cettes paroles)