The Empty Bullring

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