Crossfire I (The Matador)

Walking these months with you,

like lying in the middle of the road,

I wonder, what might happen.

Oh here comes the summer storm,

black sky blue,

and it tears us open,

drowning in the flash flood...

And oh,

it's only a matter of time,

cause I can't turnoff,

and I can't slow it down,

even to better myself...

There are guards at the borders,

pulling me over.

And I'm caught,

out in the crossfire,

happy go lucky.

And honey, is this thing loaded?

Yeah. Nothing and everything, dear...

I'll be the matador waving the flag around,

turning you red,

what's gonna happen?

Latent, underground,

I fall for you,

like a time bomb,

wait for it, wait for it...

And oh, it's only a matter of time,

cause I can't turn it off,

and I can't slow it down,

even to better myself...

Trigger happy, straight jacket, holding pattern.

And my liquid medication,

oh here we go here we go.

Putting the moon to bed.

There's a hole in this parachute...

Oh, by the time you get around

to listening for the sound of my heartbeat,

I'll be on the ground.