Disappears through a window. 
Out of my mind 
Trying to keep him at home. 
Out into Rome 
In the early hours, 
Leaving me here 
Like Tamlaine in her Tower. 
You are going 
To the empty bullring, 
Taking your red cloak 
To regain something. 

Oh, you rolling matador, 
Kill in your eyes 
For the toro 
That shut the door 
To glory and gore. 
The throw of the rose-- 
It`s all you lived for, 
But you`ve lost it all. 

Your red streak 
On the plot where many feet 
Left it incomplete. 
But you kept the meaning. 
You feel him charge again, 
And you feel him cut you down 
Right on the spot 
Where you thought 
You were ground for good. 
These flights of fantasy 
Make your wounds more sore, 
But you`ve every right 
To even grab at the last straw. 
Oh, Lord... 

Oh, you rolling matador, 
Kill in your eyes 
For the toro 
That shut the door 
To glory and gore. 
The throw of the rose-- 
It`s all you lived for, 
But you`ve lost it all