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