Kate Bush

  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 fee
    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.