Lyrics:

I threw a rose to the matador, not sure who I was cheering for

My aim was true, my heart was full, I loved the fighter and the bull

I loved like only a woman can, a very complicated man

I bound his wounds, I heard his cries, I gave him truth, I told him lies



His rage is made of many things: faithless women, wedding rings

Snakes and snails and alcohol, his daddys fist thrown through the wall

Ah but hes beautiful when hes in the ring, the devil howls, the angels sing

Sparks fly from his fingertips and words like birds fly from his lips



Some man is lyin in the dirt

Some womans crying that hes hurt

But hes not alive without the thrill

Without the dance, without the kill

The lights go down, the people roar

Theyre cheering on the matador

And this is how the story goes

I knew it when I threw the rose



I come to each and every show; the woman in the second row

I watch them in their ancient dance and I know I never stood a chance

Cause while other demons prance and clown, its vanity that takes you down

I thought that I could be the one, but Im just another hanger-on



Some man is bleedin in the dirt

Some womans crying that shes hurt

But who are we without the thrill

Without the dance, without the kill

And he is bull and matador

And Im the mother and the whore

And this is how the story goes

I knew it when I threw the rose



I threw a rose to the matador, not sure who I was cheering for

My aim was true, my heart was full; I loved the fighter and the bull