Matador Songtext
von Minta & The Brook Trout

Under the vertical garden
In the fluorescent light
You came up with a plan
Then you let it go

Look at the vertical garden
The shiny artificial plants
They will never die
They will never grow


Go out of your way
Or fake it through another day
Everything is real
Make your peace with whatever you feel

The unwilling coalition of characters crowding your thoughts
Make too much noise
And way too little sense

When you run out of excuses someday soon
You might just linger
In the present tense

Go out of your way
Or fake it through another day
Everything is real
Make your peace with whatever you feel