Spanish folk music A suited man smiles, say It's just a matter of time You can have the world at your feet by tomorrow Just sign on this line Hold tight, blind light Approaching the paradox with the sun in our eyes Fearing family ties, legalize, compromise In a dimly lit room with a stool as his stay A dream-slipping breeze of a poverty scent On the eavesdropping silence that presses his window As he spreads the performance to an audience that sits on the wall To the practical observer It's just a matter of time You can deviate from the commonplace Only to fall back in line I understand why it's risky finding a system catnip But a security after all, of course, a symptom of happiness Brave yet afraid His eyes on the horizon in a steady-set gaze A man in a suit from an artist accrued Takes a moment to summon his courage To stifle his brave apprehension And trampling approaches the sun Our father's benediction as his hopeful son departs To break the sea of rich and conquer at all costs Lingers in his memory and is he still surviving In a logic-proof cell That should have been held safe and safe and hidden Well, a compromised infusory With every rising sun that views those idle hands The hesitation cultivates within the tired hand A numerous spread of mutiny And though the time will come when dream and day unite Tonight's the only consolation causing him to fight This fearless faith in destiny Even when plans fall to pieces I can still find the courage With promise I found in my faith Likely or not, it's a dream that we keep And at odds with our senses we'll find But if faith is the answer, we've already reached it And if fear is the sign, then it's only a matter of time Only a matter of time Only a matter of time Only a matter of time Only a matter of time