Sterling Waite - Matador Lyrics

I was a wounded bull
You were the matador
I was an actor on the stage
You were a trap door

I was a pair of downcast eyes
Or a far off stare
You were a clenched first, a right hook
I was a face caught unawares

You were water pouring in
I was a sinking raft
You were frozen sea foam
I was a nervous shallow laugh

I was a walker up on the tight rope
Flying high on the trapeze
You were self doubt, a slip, a misstep
An uneven breeze

All applaud the matador
Thunderous cheers for the sword
All applaud the matador
The bull is done, the matador's won

I's a cracked wine bottle
In a parking lot
A rainbow of oil
In a parking spot

You're the broken glass in my
Shot of rum
A foggy night
A razor knife
Slippery stairs of
Cobblestone

All applaud the matador
Thunderous cheers for the sword
All applaud the matador
The bull is done, the matador's won