Our love was ...

Our love was famine, frustration

We only acted out an imitation

Of what real love should have been

Then suddenly ...

Our love was flying

Our love was soaring

Our love was shining

Like a summer morning

Flying, soaring

Shining morning

Never leaving

Lying, dying

Love love love long

Love love love long

Love love love long

Love love love long

Love love love long

Love love love long

Love love love long

Love love love long

Love love love long

Love love love long

Love love love long

Love love love long

Our love was flying

Our love was soaring

Our love was shining

Like a summer morning

Our love was famine, frustration

We only acted out an imitation

Of what real love should have been

And then suddenly ...

Our love was flying

Our love was soaring

Our love was shining

Like a summer morning