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...