Kate Bush - The Empty Bullring Lyrics
Disappears through a window.Out of my mindTrying to keep him at home.Out into RomeIn the early hours,Leaving me hereLike Tamlaine in her Tower.You are goingTo the empty bullring,Taking your red cloakTo regain something.Oh, you rolling matador,Kill in your eyesFor the toroThat shut the doorTo glory and gore.The throw of the rose--It's all you lived for,But you've lost it all.Your red streakOn the plot where many feetLeft it incomplete.But you kept the meaning.You feel him charge again,And you feel him cut you downRight on the spotWhere you thoughtYou were ground for good.These flights of fantasyMake your wounds more sore,But you've every rightTo even grab at the last straw.Oh, Lord...Oh, you rolling matador,Kill in your eyesFor the toroThat shut the doorTo glory and gore.The throw of the rose--It's all you lived for,But you've lost it all.