Petra Haden Our Love Was
Our love was
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
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
