Lyrics:

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.