Love In Itself - Depeche Mode

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 All of these absurdities

That lay before us All of the doubts

And the certainties

That lay in store for us