Running with the bulls in Spain

I sense my time has come                           
Although my judgement can be wrong      
I guess you wonder why                  
But you never knew my pain           
I have nothing more to tell you        
All my words have been said           

My existence is a retreat                  
Phantom flights to hide the pain        
Now the river has run its course      
No more depths that remain              
Now the sun has receded                   
Into the depths of time                       

But for all the certain truth               
No man will ever know                    
You will never understand               
Of all the things I speak                   
Now to utter the perfect truth               
In a woven web of guesses               

I sense my time has come now                
Although my judgement can be wrong      
But you know I am somewhere                
Running with the bulls in Spain