Hope Slide - Three Lives Lyrics

I used to carry this photograph of a bull in motion
A matador dressed in black patiently awaits it's horns
Sometimes when I'd be up before the sunrise I'd hold it to the light
In that early light the caption would read three lives
I tore it out of a National Geographic magazine when I was a boy
In the eleventh grade home period
Back before I knew what true pain was
Back before I could still hold the cards and choose my hand
Three lives
Three lives
Which one is you?
Which one is me?
In the future I'm a troubled man
I lost that photograph years ago
But it's still faint in my mind
The espada glimmered between the bull and the brave
Three lives live and die
Lay to rest beneath the pine
The bull
The blade
And the brave
Forever distill our time
Three lives
Three lives
Which one is you?
Which one is me?
Three lives
Three lives
Which one is you?
And which one is we?