Lyric Love, In Itself

All of these insurmountable tasks
That lay before me
All of the firsts and the definite lasts
That lay in store for me

There was a time
When all on my mind was love
Now I find that most of the time
Love s not enough in itself

Consequently, I ve a tendency to be unhappy
You see the thoughts in my head
All the words that were said
All the blues and the reds get to me

There was a time
When all on my mind was love
Now I find that most of the time
Love s not enough in itself

All of these absurdities
That lay before us
All of the doubts and the certainties
That lay in store for us

There was a time
When all on my mind was love (love love love)
Now I find that most of the time
Love s not enough in itself