If love is a battle field than we're going to war.
We'll fight the bloodiest battles
We'll travel near and far.
The dangers will fire, and fog will fill the air.
Each side arguing about what they think is fair.
The regiment is moving forward.
Not knowing what they are going toward.
As the smoke clears, standing as the last contenders.
The battle's over and in each other's arms
They now surrender.
