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Lines are drawn
But the roles are reversed
And now the lines have broken down

And the banderillas dance with spears of flowers
They've changed their dance to love from one of power
And in the face of this all he could do was kneel down and cower

Something within him awoke
The page controls his every stroke
The painter has become the muse
The spectators look bemused

It only took that fleeting glance to send him off into a trance
And all his great intellect reduces to animal instinct
As he sinks further into the sky blue tinted pools of her eyes
Which become ocean-sized and the surf crashes right over and over

When finally he lets his pencil drop
And the dance of the banderillas stops
An overwhelming sense of joy fills their hearts
So they take a bow and gracefully depart

lyrics: calluna/jackson
music: jackson [may 2005]