Paroles de Child Of The Matador

Thirteen years Inside your play To rise one day And find you dead The world had fled With much unsaid My last paternal kiss Thirteen years I missed your touch I missed so much A life unfurled That hand you held That child you hurled Against a razor fence In mine eyes such hate did shine Devoid of knowledge, ill-defined Nurtured in protective lies There is no conquest in demise Nineteen years Outside your play I broke that day And rose to feel The distance heal Drift now in peace My last paternal kiss A life unfurled That hand you held That child you hurled Against a razor fence