Letra de Matador

I drank a quart of red wine on Easter Sunday while I sat at a bullfight after being kicked off of the train a ticket doesn't matter without reservations I have got a few most of them concerning you so like a matador you sidestep my advances with a mix of cruelty and grace. I stagger to the hostel, a place I stayed 2 weeks before. I'll sleep on the sofa if the beds are all filled up. I'll dream symbolic battles and die a hundred times or more a sword between my shoulders and the crimson covers black. SO like a metaphor you simplify solutions into something epic and absurd. so like a melody, you drift intangible unwanted (but unconsciously preferred). So like a matador you sidestep my advances with a mix of cruelty and grace.