The Matador

It's like the front row view at a murder,
Like the sun being drowned in the sea,
And I know some thieves they'll steal your heart to order,
Do ya think that really sounds like me?

And you're looking quite delightful,
Standing by your rifle,
Son, do you wanna play like a cowboy?
And there's something quite contagious,
Oh but kind of gracious,
In your heartbreak and solace,
Do you want me to go?

And it seems like you've forgotten,
Spring, summer and autumn,
Found yourself trapped in the winter.
And they'll say that it's forbidden,
I'm sure they're only kidding
There's not harm in being reckless.
Are you getting away?

And I'll tell you what it's like,
To be the matador.
And I can tell you what it's like,
To be free,
And I know some thieves they'll steal your heart to order,
Do you think that sounds like me?

And I'll tell you what it's like,
To be the matador.
But I can tell you what it's like,
To be free
Are you getting away?

Do you think that sounds like me?