Our love was famine, [bad word] 
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, [bad word] 
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