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