Toreador In The Rain Lyrics - 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 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 

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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 

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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