The Running of the Bulls - Tall Heights

Close your eyes and hold our Spanish world

Keep it nice, just beneath your auburn curls

What you keep inside when the ceremonies fail

Like the sand in an oyster, oh, I hope

'Cause now I’m running for my life

Would you try to tame the running of the bulls?

Would you have combed through the streets in the strife?

Would you try to brave the pushes and the pulls?

But, honey, the dress you wore is red

So this is how we say goodbye this time

They were coming fast and the plane was fully-manned

Couldn’t make it back to the rendezvous we planned

Now a scene remains, and I will not soon forget

Just a lonely breeze and you where we met

Would you try to tame the running of the bulls?

Would you have combed through the streets in the strife?

Would you try to brave the pushes and the pulls?

But, honey, the dress you wore is red

So this is how we say goodbye this time

When the mobs amass and take us forth

We’re all off to the race and swept away

To the running of the bulls

Should I have blown through the streets to where you are?

I’ll always try to blame the running of the bulls

But, honey, the dress you wore is red

So this is how we say goodbye

The dress you wore is red

So this is how we say goodbye

This is how we say goodbye in this life

And this is how I say goodbye this time

Oh, this is how I say