Secret Corrida

When I find you listening

And I find you sitting

And I find you thinking

I'll be waiting

When I'm looking for you

You'll see the difference

You're caught in a web

Pure deceit

In the roar of the crowd

For the work of the picador

Roar of the crowd

For the work of the picador

Blood on sawdust

Door slams shut

Beast is bleeding

You can't get enough

I caught you laughing

On the day you left

There's a subtle difference

That I could sense

And the daylight comes

And the streets lie empty

In the roar of the crowd

For the work of the picador

And the daylight comes

And the streets lie empty

And the roar of the crowd

For the work of the picador

The train moves on

Through the valley

A whistle carries

A long, long way

To the beast on the mountain

A long time ago

We can still hear

The whistle blow

And the daylight comes

And the streets lie empty

And the roar of the crowd

For the work of the picador

And the daylight comes

And the streets lie empty

And the moon looks down

On the work of the picador

And the daylight comes

And the streets lie empty

And the roar of the crowd

For the art of the picador

And the daylight comes

And the streets turn ugly

And the moon smiles down

On the art of the picador