Love in Itself·4

You're not gonna click, are you?
I don't know what's happening, I have know idea what's going on
I cannot click it

All of these insurmountable tasks
That lay before me
With 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 (itself)