depeche mode
love, in itself
All of these insurmountable tasks That lay before me All of the firsts and the definite lasts That lay in store for me  There was a time When all on my mind was love Now I find that most of the time Love's not enough in itself  Consequently, I've a tendency to be unhappy You see the thoughts in my head All the words that were said All the blues and the reds get to me  There was a time When all on my mind was love Now I find that most of the time Love's not enough in itself  All of these absurdities That lay before us All of the doubts and the certainties That lay in store for us  There was a time When all on my mind was love (love love love) Now I find that most of the time Love's not enough in itself