The Colour Of Love
They're getting ready
for the motorcycle
tightrope rallies tonight
Susanna combs her long
dark Spanish hair
Looks at herself in the full -length mirror
She could be going anywhere
And the tables are filled
around the town square tonight
Where the Catholic Church
belongs from 7am
Fernando, he'll be riding tonight
And he crosses himself
in the four directions of heaven
Thunder and lightning will
open up the show
The balconies are packed
around the town square below
And the wires from each corner
stretching towards the centre
And the red -covered tables
are the colour of blood
Susanna, she says,
it's the colour of love
The families are getting ready
for the death to find us
But death is often holiday -dressed
in brown and red and black
The lightning lit Susanna's lips
as she strolled across the square
She turned up here,
although it was Reno.
She could be anywhere.
Bass and drums boondocked the beat
to parade her Spanish trolls.
She got history in her hair.
She got red geranium s in her soul.
Lights went on, La Ronda Square.
A plane flew overhead.
And the lightning lit Susana's lips.
Struck Fernando twice.
Left his heart for dead.
And the red geraniums
are the colour of blood
Susanna, she says,
it's the colour of love
Fernando says he won't go on
being some kind of dead legend
motorcycle'd show
Word goes round he's fallen for
the girl who stopped the show
And the families and the
couples -to -be
grabbed the bikes, put him up for hire
Hung the red geraniums
on the criss -cross motorcycle wires
No one was killed that night
down on the square below
When Susanna rubbed her Spanish
arms around Fernando
There's no time for modern bullfights,
no time at all
I said there's no time
for modern bullfights,
no time at all
And the thundersky turned red up above
And the morning was lit up with love
Susanna always says,
it's the color of blood
The color of love
It's the color of blood
It's the color of love
The color of love