Marc Almond - Toreador In The Rain

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 Mo