Our love wasOur love was famine, frustration
We only acted out an imitation
Of what real love should have been
And then suddenlyOur love was flying
Our love was soaring
Our love was shining
Like a summer morningFlying, soaring
Shining morning
Never leaving
Lying, dyingLove, love, love, long
Love, love, love, long
Love, love, love, long
Love, love, love, longLove, love, love, long
Love, love, love, long
Love, love, love, long
Love, love, love, longLove, love, love, long
Love, love, love, long
Love, love, love, long
Love, love, love, longOur love was flying
Our love was soaring
Our love was shining
Like a summer morningOur love was famine, frustration
We only acted out an imitation
Of what real love should have been
And then suddenlyOur love was flying
Our love was soaring
Our love was shining
Like a summer morning