Toreador - O+S

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…