Testo Love, In Itself

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