can you feel the thunder

he was not mine

he was not mine

i saw him fall

to white sand

in pamplona

there was a matador

a king

he swang the muleta

every heartbeat was a scream

wish i was there

wish i was there

to turn the blade

to wipe his tears

to shield his bones

and let the lightining gore my soul

but nobody covers for a matador

i am merely human

my body covered in patterns

can you feel the thunder

when i bow and arch the veil?

the stars are dull

arching the sun

it's getting late

they've chained the moon

now bet your coins

tapando la cara con la muleta

the sun never rises on a matador

i am merely human

my body covered in patterns

can you feel the thunder

when i bow and arch the veil?

kneel

kneel

spoliarium

a place to heal

kneel

kneel

to the angels in high heels