When she walks in, the room turns to a street in Peru
and I'm wading around in the heat, joining in crowds and avoiding the few
trying to get from left to right without the stare--
the eyes that fight my every move
pulling my nerves out of their grooves
but I'll rip out the bull
the one from the china shop
inside my skull
and I'll let him loose on this sea of people
Aiming for you, red
Collateral damage is your own fault
If you'd just step into view
You know that he's aiming for you.