John Cale - Secret Corrida lyrics
[John Cale - Secret Corrida lyrics]
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
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