Secret Corrida
Composer(s): John Cale
Performer(s): John Cale



When I find you listening
And I find you seaching
And I find you thinking
I'll be waiting

When I'm lookin' for you
You'll see the difference
You're caught in a web
Your deceit

In the roar of the crowd
Of the work of the picador
Roar of the crowd
From the work of the picador

Blood on sawdust
The door slam shut
Beast of Eden
You can't get enough

I caught you laughing
On the day you left
This subtle difference
That I could sense

And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
In the roar of the crowds
At the work of the picador

And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
In the roar of the crowds
At the work of the picador

The train moves on
Through the valley
The whistle carries
A long, long way

To the beast of the mounting
A long time ago
We can still hear
The whistle blow

And the days light comes
And the streets lie empty
In the roar of the crowd
Of the work of the picador

And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
And the moon looks down
On the work of the picador

And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
At the roar of the crowd
On the art of the picador

And the daylight comes
And the streets turn ugly
And the moon smiles down
On the art of the picador