Toreador In The Rain - Marc Almond

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 Andalusian 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