Love and some such troubles
Cling like vines to us, my dear.
I hide beneath the rubble
A weakened seedling growing here
The fight, the constant struggle
Is this the denouement of fear
I loved you more
Amid the blood and gore
We fought together (?)
Our love goes on and on
Toreador
I never saw us
For what we were
Or what we had
At the same knowledge (?)
Of how to hurt with the most efficient hand
I struck out first
But my wound fared worst (?)
We fought together
Our love goes on and on
Toreador
I loved you more
Toreador
I loved you more
Toreador
I loved you more
Toreador
I loved you more...
