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