Love, In Itself
All of these insurmountable tasksThat lay before meAll of the firstsAnd the definite lastsThat lay in store for me
There was a timeWhen all on my mind was loveNow I findThat most of the timeLove's not enoughIn itself
ConsequentlyI've a tendencyTo be unhappy, you seeThe thoughts in my headAll the words that were saidAll the blues and the redsGet to me
All of the absurditiesThat lay before usAll of the doubtsAnd the uncertaintiesThat lay in store for us