Marc Almond - Toreador in the Rain lyrics

Sad little boy of the street
Hands of a thief with the mind of a dreamer
Dodging the puddles with feet
Of a torero in an Arena
Sings an old Andalucian song dancing along
Using his dirty red coat as a cape

Rain thundering down
Sounds like the applause from
Hundreds of people he feels free as the wind
Free as the swifts around the cathedral
Kneels to acknowledge his fame
Forgets all his pain
Little Toreador in the Rain
Bathed in a Rainbow of Pink
Purple and Blue outside La Molina
The pavement reflecting the neon
Lights this Torero in his arena
He looks down at his clothes imagining those
Worn of sequin, Gold and Brocade

He kneels and kisses the beast
Fearing the least
Knowing death will not find him
But maybe one day he will face
The Horns of the Devil
His childhood behind him

Brave young man from the streets
No more a thief no longer a dreamer
Stands in front of the Beast
A golden Torero in an Arena
It starts to thunder and rain
Remembering that day
He danced like a fool on the wing of a dream

Sand turning to mud
Soon where his blood will splatter and mingle
Free, Free as an Angel up with the swifts
Around the cathedral never to be seen again
Dreams all in vain
There lies the Toreador in the rain

Little Toreador in the rain
Little Toreador in the rain