The Who

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