Вступление: - 2p.
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
Lost it all
Lost it all