Love, our love

It is impossible, love, our love,
however much you want
but was so beautiful love, our love,
though it was a minute long
I saw you walk to me, love, for me
and felt your skin on me
there were no courtesies, love, my love
and no formalities
And I am standing proud of doing nothing
and I am standing eager to do something
and I am standing lacking in our love
I'm not a lady's man, love, my love,
you just have got your charm
I sware that all the words, love, I used
were all refusing you
And was incredible love, our love,
though it was a minute long
and it's impossible love, our love,
however much you want
I'm not standing proud of doing nothing
I'm standing eager to do something
I'm not standing lacking in your love
in your love
in your love
in your love

The Sunday Drivers, Little Heart Attacks