Messed and peculiar
Dancing with Julia
I see no spare sky
This is the last try
The static from dreaming
Is only now seeming
To bring on disaster
I told you, I asked her
All she said was, "No"
Sometimes you need a matador
Sometimes you need a charging bull
The dust will rise and shield the sky
No dreams to push, no dreams to pull
Down to the bone
I was dancing with Mona
New stars are born she says
At the break of morning
Just before morning
I must be up and dressed to survive
It's been a week now
I've had no sleep how
I think this maybe far
Only Good truly knows
Sometimes you need a matador
Sometimes you need a charging bull
The dust will rise and shield the sky
No dreams to push, no dreams to pull
Sometimes you need a matador
Sometimes you need a charging bull
The dust will rise and shield the sky
No dreams to push, no dreams to pull
Hold back the dream