David Berkeley
Matador
This is not your choiceIt wasn't yours to chooseWe may lose it allWe might have lost it allAnd all the empty pageThe first words on the pageThis is the age of thievesThe age of misbeliefRound up the bulls, enter the matadorLook at the fools that we are fighting forDon't you come near, don't play me anymoreThrough the fear, oh Sarah, spring is hereOh tell me pleaseWhat do you believe?We've been overthrownOur number overgrownBlown against them allIt's us against the worldAnd girl, how we ageThis is how we ageRound up the bulls, enter the matadorBreak all the rules is what we're fighting forTurn down the song, don't play me anymoreAll in all, there's something going wrongOn and on, there's something going wrongAll in all, there's something going wrong
From Letras Mania